I think you are (or we are, or I am) purely a soul.

This soul is what makes you who you are, and it just happens to need some mean of transportation. It needs a bus. I've said it before in a slightly different context, but your body is not you - it's not you, and you can't control what is not you. If it were really you, you wouldn't spend so much of your time hating it, dressing it up and wishing it were different.

Your body is just a biological trick. It doesn't make you who you are. Or if it does, it's only because we've all created a society which is seling us this idea that body and soul are one and one reflects the other. And that if you polish and tame your body to make it what you want it to be, that will be it: fulfillment.

I might slightly off-topic (but none of you would know) but your body will never make you happy, it will never reflect who you really are, it will never be you, it will never mingle with your soul.

And when the bus has taken the ride and can take no more mileage - I don't know whether or not you remain trapped in there, or if you fly free towards the light or if you just catch the next bus passing in half an hour in front of the mall. I don't care.

My point is, that thing that has carried you eventually doesn't anymore, and then it shouldn't carry any more value. Maybe it's about the Ultimate Truth, or maybe the Ultimate Truth is just another lie we're making up to have something to rely on, and maybe it's just, yes, selfish and it's really about those who remain who, well, might need some regular truth for themselves.

yes, the story is on its way. it doesn't come all that easy.