The only sounds that are real. The only sounds that I hear. My heart thumping to some unknown rythem, and the surf crashing aganst the beach. Nothingness at it's finest.

Driving through my mind she comes. At first nothing but a faded image, but as the hours go by becoming more real. She doesn't have to say a single word to let me know what she wants.

She wants the only truth worth knowing. "What is real?" I have no answers for her. Not this time. Nobody knows what's real, it's all in our minds. Life, reality, death. Nothing but an ilusion, a consensual ilusion.

Time itself is very much like this. It doesn't exist, but most everyone agrees it does. So, for all practical reasons it does. Space, feelings, and life itself. Thier is no real reason to it all. As if we where all part of someone's bad dream.

Dreams can be real. So if this is what I think it must be then it may also be real. All things at the same instant! Just a picture book with us moving through. How else could it be?

No free choice, all things are planed out. Hmm, more so like the way you plan out droping a deck of cards. It just is.

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