Why do you like dominoes?

They are fun.

Why are they fun?

This is a tough question to answer, but I have an inkling I know.

Is it because we like to break things down?

Break what down?

Children tend to like breaking things.

I liked breaking things too, it’s how I got here.

Here, where?

Everywhere, nowhere, pick your choice.

What is to be broken?

What you call yourself as you.

What is ‘me’?

A false identity of false beliefs reinforced with a lifetime of knowledge and inertia of emotion.

Is this bad? How do I get rid of this?

It’s nor good or bad, and you don’t have a choice.

Do different people have a choice?

You only have a ‘choice’ if you can suffer no longer.

I wish to be free of suffering, can you help me?

There is nothing I can do.

Nothing?

I can perhaps push one domino, and leave you.