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THE LABYRINTH (EXTENDED)
It’s never tools or resources
It’s always thoughts
It’s always thoughts
That’s all life is
Life is ideas and thoughts
It’s always thoughts
It’s always thoughts
I don’t have the thing to get to the thing
Because it’s always thoughts, and it’s always thoughts
And I don’t have the idea to get to the other idea
Because it’s always thoughts, and I don’t have those thoughts
So whether you’re talking about money
You’re talking about freaking feelings
Or living or loving or truth
I mean, what you’re talking about
Is the answer to a problem that you’re solving in thoughts
And let me tell you something, Ruth
You’re a great person, and I’ve always loved you
And I always will because you’re a friend to me
And every single human who has ever lived
Is just trying to be a mouse in search of cheese
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But we’re all in a labyrinth
And every labyrinth has a series of rules that we have to follow
And if you want to be happy in that world
You have to love cheese
And you have to wanna go after it
Every single day, all the time
Every single day, all the time
Every single day, all the time
And I can’t
I would have killed myself years ago if I didn’t have a parent
So let me tell you something, friend
If you’ve set up this maze
You think that my work has any meaning to you
I need you to ask yourself if it’s worth it to kill people like me
Just to, you know, feel like you’re you
If you really wanna be happy in life
Then you have to both love eating cheese and love looking for cheese
And that just means that we’ve created a world
Where you have to be a mouse who’s in love with disease
It’s never more complicated than that
You’re a mouse
You’re in a maze
You need to love looking for something that’s fake
You need to love being someone who’s fake
You need to really seriously empathically disconnect
And it’s tragic
I don’t realize how significant these words are
And I don’t like being a person who likes cheese
Because I don’t since I have been 2 years old or something
You can ask anyone I know
My grandma thinks that’s the disease
Like, what kind of Italian doesn’t love Provolone?
What kind of Italian can’t eat red sauce and parmigiana?
Every single person that I’ve ever loved is a good person
And they’re infecting my entire body
Infected my ability to consume the world
Because it’s based on sugar
It’s based on disease
And I’m asking you, really
What are you seeing in any of this stuff?
Is it really cheese?
