Le démon intérieur a se réveille.
An invitation into the unknown is brought before
one who seeks the truth. But the truth is hidden and the world as you know it does not exist.
Then what is real? What is it that we feel? If this is indeed all a twisted dream then I am no
differend from you, and we are all the same. We are all entities that cease to exist when the true
dreamer awakens. I feel no sorrow. I feel no envy for this dreamer. I know not the words to express
the emotion for one who is in such a perilous position.
But this emotion that I feel is a part of the
dream and therefore the dreamer must know as I feel...as I am...as we all are.Is this not "God"
that dreams us? We are indeed a fabulous manifestation. We have begun a cycle that will
never end. Even when the dreamer awakens we, ourselves, shall survive. For a brief time we
existed! And in that time, we believed we existed. And when these words are long gone and forgotten,
be not mislead! I did exist. And because I did exist, a door was opened. A new universe was
formed...an infinite number of possibilities were created for that single moment, and the next. The
dream took an unexpected turn, and I am thankful for it. I am thankful that for a brief instance I
could choose what next the dreamer saw. Only for an instant; and that is all that counts.
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