It is a beautiful thing, that day you realize that nothing is real. Rather, that everything is real. That perspective is reality and you are in complete controll over your life.
Everything is real. Everything that is, and all that is not. All of it real. Existing, if not in the present, then in the whispers of a future time. In the mind of a child. In the words of a friend.
Worlds together, worlds apart.
There is no end in sight.
To minds the writing is the art
which helps to spark the light.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
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