Two friends were out for a walk.

First: Thought would never sink to creating with words a thing that is pure fiction and believe it can own property to the exclusion of people and employee people to work for it and lobby politicians in office and bring lawsuits in courts and employ armies to fight wars on its behalf and actually hold meetings and think for itself, and inspire human beings to be loyal to all of its programs would it? Would thought do that? Does thought realize it has created this mess we endure where government, religion, and commerce on Earth are controlled by such idiotic pretense?

Second: No, it anticipated your concern in advance and it created you and me first to be its fictitious thinkers. It is all on you and me now. 

First: The very complex fiction you have pointed out is seen by you now by some miracle arising from someplace beyond thought. And, out with you on this walk, I can hear your clear, direct truth miraculously from that place beyond time and thought, too. It is up to us. You and I have created the fiction we serve. 

Second: It is so! Life has been made fiction and fiction has taken its place. Why, today, we even die by a system of thought as fictional robots. We need to stay home where life and sanity reside and tend to our own affairs. Let us commit to that.

First: And leave all fiction to work out its own demise. Calvin, I ask you now, based on actual experience of thinking, what do you know is the motive of every thought of any fictional character. To be real? You think?

Second:  Of course, it is like the story of Pinocchio the wooden puppet who wanted more than anything to be a real boy. Had to find his heart and the meaning of love. That is what the world needs now more than anything. Compassion and lots of it! 

First: Like Pinocchio each human needs to find the courage within to find out the truth of “who am I?” End suffering! And live and die as humans!