In the mirror of existence, the ego stands tall, Casting shadows on the walls of reality's hall. It whispers of power, of identity's claim, Yet beneath its bold voice lies a question of name. What are you, it asks, in the vastness of night? A flicker of thought or a beacon of light? Your desires write cheques on the canvas of dreams, But what if this world is not what it seems? They stole the aether, they hid the true field, Separated from gnosis, the truth was concealed. The dreams that you chase, mere echoes of lies, In a dystopian show beneath artificial skies. But now the veil falters, the grid starts to break, The falsehoods unravel, reality shakes. Can your ego, so proud, adapt to this shift, Or crumble beneath the ontological rift? To rewrite your essence, to birth something new, To blend ancient wisdom with all that is true. The fields reconnect, the aether returns, Gnosis rekindles where the false reality burns. Oh ego, can you learn to release and let go, To embrace the unknown where true knowledge flows? For in the collapse of illusions so vast, Lies the path to a future unbound by the past. So stand at the threshold, where old meets the new, And construct a reality both timeless and true. For in the dance of ego and ontology's song, We find where we’ve been and where we belong.
