Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Another Universe

Have you ever wandered how far reality goes? Ever thougth maybe that beyond was only our imagination and nothing more but our thoughts? Perhaps, this proves the point that WE are only the long lost thought of a lonely writer walking down a sidewalk. Maybe, we’re not real at all. In all my life I’ve wandered if my thoughts held any meaning to anyone but me. When I realized that they don’t, I was seduced by the realities of imagination and the endless possibilities of of reality. What if, in all of our miracles and misfortunes, reality and fantasy are one and the same? Correct me if I’m wrong but the thought of “the possibilities are endless,” seems a bit fantasized in itself.
Why is it that we can’t be a thought? The beginning of an unfinished story? We are our own thoughts because WE make ourselves what WE are. We are who we make ourselves out to be, in other words. Then, we complain about it which is another thought and within my web of questions I may only come to one conclusion: That there is no reality, no fantasy only what we think of as these parts. The human mind is just like our tyme and space and galaxies. I can only say that each mind is equipped with it’s own tyme and space, and in that thought each universe is but a thought that will never end…. but will eternally Begin and only fade in and out of another thought, another universe. . . . .

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