The dead harp

All humans are intrinsically beautiful to me. Nobody has virtue. Nobody is to blame. There is no free will. Only suffering and well-being. All my thoughts are music from wind blowing thru a dead harp. It plays this thought and vibrates with the Universe. It whispers “compassion” and the word echoes where it will.

Beautiful thoughts, but why is the harp dead?

To hammer home to idea that there is nowhere to stand outside of the universe’s causal structure, and nobody to stand there. There isn’t a live subject observing life, there is only experience. Everything is dead. A sentient harp with free will would be a horrible thing. Death for such an object is mercy.