Just Let Go

How can one let go of reality when one has dwelt in it for countless millennia? If one has all those memories all at once, would it make any difference? Just beyond the veil lies the receptacle of the facts of the past, present and future. Yet is any of it significant, really, or does knowledge merely entrap? One can be free in oblivion, but is it a worthy pursuit? Everything is meaningless. One could learn to just let go. Is there any more meaning in oblivion?