Nobody would protest on the streets because of an unjust event that would happen in a TV show, no matter how popular the show. Because of a political event people massively walk the streets and call to the Creator or the just one. And yet the events are in the final sense, when time passes, the same.
Man on this path is the passenger who walks through his worlds and the passenger who stops in their name and falls into ruin once the time of the events passes. The disc of happening is spinning from subconscious into the conscious with passing and during that time an empty film is rolling. Among everyone who accept that, life is thus awaken – live gazing into oneself one after another. And there is an emptiness of nothing among those who have remained in their own film.