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?

youtu.be/GArbUV_yv2k

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.

youtu.be/569Gy8BE5P4