My words are totally devoid of substance, have no purpose and are completely meaningless. They are not spoken by someone even though it looks that way: they simply arise and disappear. Nothing I ever say is true. What I say is never the issue. My words cannot be taken at face value, they are never consistent or logical and they definitely can't be understood. Here truth and fiction fade away. There is neither cause nor effect, right nor wrong, good nor bad, and the word "I" means nothing. When I speak, there is no such thing as the world, time, people, places and things - and life itself can never be known. My words are the mystery itself, of which I speak ...