The chaos, the noise, the so-called “shit show” — it’s not out there, it’s all in how the mind perceives it. The world’s moving slow, the river flows steady, but the mind? It’s the one kicking up dust, turning calm into a storm. Ain’t no fire in the field — just smoke in your head. When the mind’s still, the world’s still.
The deep state ain’t got no ink in that pen, ‘cause the only paper they’re writin’ on is the one you hand ‘em. They can’t draft your story unless your mind signs off on it. When you stop playin’ their game, the whole damn script falls apart. No script, no show — just silence where the noise used to be.
You’re the director, the producer, and the audience all at once. Control that mind, and the whole damn show changes.
