Today I began reading The Disappearance of the Universe by Gary Renard for the second time...I am in a much better mental space this time to "get it"..."If everybody concentrated on their own lessons instead of somebody else's, the collective, prodigal Son would be home in a New York minute." pg. 13.
My grandmother had her own way of saying something along those lines..."If everybody swept their own front door steps the world would take care of itself."
"World appears in the morning when you wake up." It's your own mind that is projecting your world.