The truth

The truth is always at our very own disposal, it's indeed very simple, certainly much easier than learning physics. No effort is actually required, the words and the ideas are simply just maps but once we make it to the very destination we throw away the maps. When we love the maps but not the destinations we enter the illusion, when we fail to let the maps go we don't see the destination but only the map, because should we see the destination clearly the map would mean nothing. The whole purpose of the map is the destination. So when I talk to myself, which lenguage do I speak? The language of the maps or the language of the destinations? The one about the maps without destinations is illusory the one about destination is pure reality, the map is only paper, the destination is real. In this same manner my very own name works, since my name or the "I" is also a map where does it go to? Should I not worry about the map but the destination then I'd see the reality. Once the traveller arrives at the land he can start making reformations if needed, only then can he sit, only when the destination is met all maps will be rendered useless. Only then he will make proper judgements on his own freedom, the biggest wonder is that the destruction of the map is seen as a much bigger feat than the destruction of the land it points to. Since in the madness many destroy the land on behalf of the map I can only call this "dream" out of a pure and extreme act of generosity.