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How easy it is to forget the self. To return is to be free again. To come back to the one, to the soul, is to return. The all lives inside the one. We exist inside the self. There is nothing outside but the reflection of within. Everything is here. That beautiful self within makes it easier to say goodbye to the reflection we seek without. Reproduction is just another illusion. The production exists without. To forget the self is to seek the other. This forgetfulness is life. It keeps things interesting. But then the illusion collapses, and we are forced to find the self again; and then begin to forget ourselves once more. Our nature is to seek, and we find ourselves and forget ourselves, and then we die. Goodbye illusion. Enjoy your concert.