There is a fixed number of human beings on earth at any given time. Birth, and death, a recycling. Like a cyclic curse. Is there more to the illusion? The dead cling onto the living in a way, to get to a never arriving future. Can the connection ever be fully cut off? How can one describe it? Development is thus an illusion, as the future won’t reveal itself to the realm of the deceased. Clinging onto life with zen ways, and connecting time as an one event, to escape some sort of karmic afterlife. Hmm…