Does the world have its existence unless you see it, smell it, touch it, feel it, taste it? Who keeps whom alive? Does the world keep you alive or you give life to the world? Upon your death can the world perish too? If you are maker of this world, why don't you know its ridiculous for you to be trapped in it? If you knew you create, sustain, diminish it eventually to nothing at the last breath of yours, can you still be bound in this world?
Can you wake up and smell freedom?
