Realization

No one is watching me. No one is in the car with the front black glass case or the parallel side vehicle. There is no one in the black car or the white car. The mind is playing a game with me, with us, and with all the things in the universe. The mind, soul, or consciousness is playing a game with me. All the situations we are surrounded by, the fear of ghosts, fear of people, situations, and love, attraction, hate, and wants, are all a plotted situation in which someone is playing us as a player. We are players in a game called "Maya." What is real? Is it what I see through open eyes, full of Maya? Or is it what I feel when I close my eyes, empty and black? Maya within maya itself.The universe wants us to decide: to live with fear, in love, or in war. From thousands of years, the same thing is happening with man again and again with no real escape.