Life is a game we often take too seriously. It’s a series of shifting perspectives. It’s a string of thoughts that make no sense but come together to create ideas that will shape us, and then undo us.
We are only a single point in time, but our very existence makes us eternally continuous with time.
We are walking reflections. We are mirrors. We are as solid as any tree, yet fleeting as the wind. We are the crashing of waves on a rocky coast, we are the glass surface of a mountain lake. We are every choice we ever make.
We are only the impressions our actions leave behind, we are only who we believe we are in our mind.
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“Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.”