Only after disaster can we be ressurected.

It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.

Nothing is static.

Everything is falling apart.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all part of the same compost heap.
We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
You are not you're bank account.
You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the contents your wallet.
You are not your bowel cancer.
You are not your grande latte.
You are not the car you drive.
You are not your ******** kahkis!

You have to give up.
Slide.
Let the chips fall where they may.