The secret impresses no one. The trick you use it for is everything.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
The things you own end up owning you.
Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled.
No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.