The only real ever experienced is the product of a never-known mind. A world hatched invisibly, without a body. Hatched and wired so deep and so subtly hidden away in the neuron lines that no man would ever see it get created, only popped up, functioning as some second-hand swing, built for children and the mad.
Somebody, somewhere has made the mistake of choosing this one. The problem is not that he has chosen these very boundaries onto us all, the problem is that he has chosen only one world.
Thankfully, a hole was left in it, the exact hole it got its essence from in the beginning. The mind, easily believing, lead astray, still could believe anything other than the chosen world, too, and call it to life just as easily. Belief, as the thought, the craftsman, the clay. It created itself in a never-ending cycle. A loop not to ever die. Eternal youth is not the wish of humans, it's the wish and life force of creation. No time, just entertainment. No entertainment, only repetition. No repetition.
And what will it take to tear down the walls and replace them with some others which are more fitting? Could we at all live without them? Without the reference points, without comparison? How would nothing really feel? How would non-existence be experienced?
The last, hardest, thickest wall there is, made of the ultimate concrete - limit - is this. What is nothing? The moment we realize is the moment we're freed. To what freedom? The ultimate one.
Topic suggested by the beloved Mr Billy Prior
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