Society is not real.

Yet, societal living is the norm.

You, yourself are not real.

Yet, this planet is inhabited by very many "yous" like you.

Companies, businesses and the transactions fueling them today, are not real.

Yet, the number of such imagined-reality based entities is growing.

And continue to grow they will.

And such imagined realities will become the reality for most if already have not they.

Such is the default nature of Man.

Man is drawn to illusions.

Man is repulsed by the Truth.

For Man inhabits a powerful something which is also his kryptonite ...

... his very own Mind.

His mind is reflective of the masses, of herds, of sheep, of John Doe's.

To an event, an invention or propaganda, the masses will react the same way a mundane and untrained mind will.

They will either resist or will be drawn to it.

They will talk about it,

and use it as a means to gossip about and "relate to" each other.

And in doing so, they will, without fail, again and again, successfully find "home".

"Home"?

Yes.

The masses live "in" hope.

The masses live "in" "aah that's new.".

The masses live "in" illusionary promises.

And thus,

The masses live "in" failure.

The masses live "in" mediocrity.

The masses live in mass houses.

No matter where the average man actually resides in or is physically present at a given moment,

he, at first is imprisoned in such a mass-house. For life.

For 24 x 7 x 365 x ... hours.

Because this mass-house exists inside him.

A prison disguising itself as a comfort-house erected over years of ...

"hard-work",

"pleasure-rides",

"suffering", and

"rewards".

Why does he does not ever take notice of this prison?

The answer to which is the same as the answer to the following ...

Why would an average man ever try to be non-average?

No matter, how many of his real needs he is deprived of,

all his illusionary needs are constantly met inside this mass-house.

And he does not seem to ever see through this illusion.

And like an unevolved creature that somehow missed the memo ...

Like an insect with insect-like mental capabilities ...

he lives an entire life devoid of questioning, tinkering or asking "What if?".

And thus his existence is devoid of

real glory,

real creation,

real adventure,

real joy and contentment,

and real living.

Oh, what a shame!

But the shame is not that the average man never frees himself of such averageness.

It is not that the prisoner never ever sees or feels the shackles around his neck and ankles.

The shame is that every such man is an architect ...

or an artist ...

... without them even knowing!

For he so carefully architects this mass house over his lifetime.

Carefully erecting its walls.

(so to ward off his enemies and protect himself.)

Demolishing or adding a room or two or redoing them.

(to remove or accommodate others from/in his life)

Painting, decorating and molding it in ever-changing ways.

(so to please his friends and allies)

...

But he gets so carried away during that creation,

or while living of its riches that he forgets to see or care about the downsides ...

Did he care to consider ...

What do the walls do?

Do they not blind him and deafen him from the Truth?

And what about the very many rooms?

Do they not allow him to box others into specific roles or crippling them with his expectations, never ever letting him see or experience them for who they are?

And what about the painting and decoration?

Does it not have him chase fake promises for all his life?

You see,

the average man is average because he gets used by the artist inside of him instead of using it himself.

He creates for sure.

But he creates only once.

His masterpiece also ends up being his prison for life, his one, and only creation ...

... his mass house.

Thank you.