It wasn't a dream...

At the moment, it seems that in the process of life, losing yourself is necessary, possibly to discover that you were never really gone in the first place.

The body, as I see, at the moment, is a fairly ingenious series of connected bones, nerves and skin. Consciousness is something else entirely.

Every atom and cell, joined for a reason. Reason, seems to be losing its hold. Perhaps, if I shall be so bold, we have no knowledge of what consciousness holds.

With a thought, great things can abound. Yet, how does reason seem clear to fit its way into this crowd? Forget that flawed mind set and sign up for what may appear to be a fantasy!

Are we not the grand creator in this supposed idea of "reality"?