The King Within

Glitch Cinema Presents,

THE KING WITHIN.

A homeless man sleeps on a throne.

He does not know it is a throne. He thinks it is a bench. The bench thinks it is a throne. The city thinks it is garbage day.

Everything is possible.

This morning a billionaire choked on a grape.

This morning a child found a diamond in the gutter.

This morning a woman who planned to die woke up and laughed for no reason and cancelled the appointment with the bridge.

Life does not ask permission.

A man goes to work. The same route. The same coffee. The same nodding to the same strangers. He has done this for eleven years. Today a pigeon lands on his head. He meets his wife because she laughs. They will have three children. One will cure something. One will break something. One will simply live.

A pigeon.

Eleven years of routine destroyed by wings and timing.

This is not chaos. This is honesty. Chaos is what the mind calls truth when truth refuses to follow the script.

A taxi driver in Mumbai picks up a passenger. The passenger leaves a bag. The bag contains a manuscript. The manuscript becomes a film. The film changes a country. The taxi driver never knows. He is eating dal and watching cricket. He is also changing the world. He does not need to know to matter.

Input the data. The visualization appears.

You are inputting data right now. Every breath. Every glance. Every half-thought you abandon. Data. The universe is processing. You will not see the results. Your grandchildren might. Their grandchildren will forget to thank you. This is correct. Gratitude is a human invention. The cosmos just computes.

A woman plants a mango tree in 1847. She dies in 1863. In 2024 a boy proposes under that tree. She is present. She does not know. She knows completely.

The twist is there is no twist.

The twist is that you expected a twist and life gave you one but not where you were looking.

A king sits in a palace worried about his kingdom. A beggar sits outside the palace worried about nothing. Who is the king. The palace says one thing. The freedom says another.

Live like a king.

Not like a king with a crown. Like a king with nothing to protect. A king who has already lost everything and found it was never his. A king who sits on a bench that is also a throne because sitting is sitting and royalty is a choice made in the spine not the title.

The stock market crashes. A man jumps. Another man shrugs and starts a garden. Same crash. Different kings. The crash has no opinion. The crash is just data. The response is the kingdom.

Enjoy within.

Not because outside is bad. Because outside is unreliable. Outside is a weather system. Sometimes sun. Sometimes storm. Always changing. Within is the room where you watch the weather. The room does not get wet when it rains. The room does not burn when it shines. The room is yours. The only thing that is yours.

A child is born into poverty. Plot twist: she builds an empire. Another child is born into empire. Plot twist: he loses it by forty and finds peace by sixty. Another child is born. No twist. Just life. Just breathing and eating and loving and dying. This is also the whole story.

This is also enough.

Once the data is input properly the visualization is easy.

You have been inputting data since your first cry. Every wound. Every kiss. Every betrayal. Every kindness. Data. You cannot see the picture yet because you are inside the picture. Step back. Die a little. Let the ego blur. The picture appears. It was never not there. You were just standing too close.

A scientist works her whole life on a problem. Solves nothing. Dies frustrated. Her student reads her failed notes. Finds the answer in the margin. Wins the prize. Thanks her in the speech. She is dead. She is also receiving the prize. Time is a liar with a long memory.

No one can know the twist.

Not the astrologer. Not the algorithm. Not the prophet. Not the mother who thinks she knows her child. The twist knows itself and reveals itself and by the time you see it another twist is already turning.

This is not cruelty. This is the game agreeing to be interesting.

A man plans a murder. On the way he sees a dog. The dog follows him. He feeds the dog. He forgets the murder. He adopts the dog. He dies old with grandchildren. The intended victim dies old with grandchildren. Both at the same time. Different cities. Same moon. The murder that never happened saved two lives. The dog never knew. The dog was just hungry.

Live.

Not because life is good. Not because life is bad. Because life is. Because you are in it. Because the alternative is waiting and waiting is just slow death with eyes open.

A woman loses everything. Husband. House. Health. She sits in a room with nothing. She breathes. The breath does not require a husband. The breath does not require a house. The breath does not require health. The breath requires only lungs and willingness. She has both. She is richer than she was with everything. She does not believe this yet. She will. The data is already input.

King within.

Not king above. Not king over. King within. The throne is the spine. The crown is the awareness. The kingdom is the body and the breath and the single square foot you are standing on. Conquer that. The rest is just tourism.

A billionaire cannot sleep. A monk cannot stop smiling. Same night. Same moon. Same planet spinning through the same indifferent universe. One has everything and feels nothing. One has nothing and feels everything. This is not a lesson about money. This is a lesson about where you place the throne.

Everything is possible.

A meteor could hit. A cure could come. A stranger could say the sentence that rearranges your whole life. You could wake up tomorrow and be someone you do not recognize. You could wake up tomorrow and finally be yourself. Both are possible. Both are happening somewhere right now.

The visualization is easy.

Zoom out. See the pattern. You are a thread in a fabric so large that your part looks like chaos. From the edge of the fabric your thread makes perfect sense. You will not see the edge while alive. This is correct. Seeing the edge is called death. Death is just the visualization finally loading.

Doesnt matter.

Not nihilism. Freedom. Doesnt matter means the weight is imaginary. The burden is optional. The seriousness is a choice you can unchose. A child does not matter and plays fully. An old man does not matter and rests fully. In between we pretend to matter and suffer the pretending.

A dog does not know it will die. A dog lives completely. A human knows it will die. A human lives partially. Who is smarter. The knowing is not the problem. The letting the knowing stop the living is the problem.

Live like a king.

A king who knows the kingdom is temporary.

A king who sits fully on a throne that is also a bench that is also a moment that is also gone.

A homeless man sleeps on a throne.

He does not know it is a throne.

That is why it is.

The End That Was Always Playing.