It has
always been
our world
before our
first ideas
had
developed.
After our
last breath
has been
expelled.
It is not
real.
Stacked with
errors
flaws and
contradictions.
But it is
our world.
The most
wonderful
and
colourful one.
No heaven
or hell.
No ceilings
or floors.
It is
everywhere
and it is
there
for us.
It is where
we hover
unbound and
unseen.
Where we
long to be
all those
things we are
not allowed
to be.
Doesn’t it
strike you
as strange
that we try to have
a
definition of reality?
I believe
there are
no means to
achieve such travesty.
Imagine
taking a decision
by wilfully
choosing to
ignore
half the
facts presented,
doesn’t
that make your perception
of reality
in that decision,
an illusion?
If I follow
my reasoning
from that
point on
don’t you
think that
if you make
a judgement on
what
reality should or could be
based on
all the known facts
(not only known
to you, but to all of us)
without
taking all the unknown facts
(not known
to any of us, but
not less
real or less possible)
which might
be infinite
into
account…
… don’t you
think
that
judgement is wrong
by the same
standards?
I mean
how can you
pin down reality
without considering
all the other dimensions
all the other dimensions
it moves in
without our
knowledge?
How can we
know what is right?
How can we
deem things
morally
wrong
when they
feel
overly
right?
I don’t
know.
I only feel
like there is more than
what we
think is true.
Why is it
so
complicated?