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Illusion2

Illusion2

Illusion
of being.
What appears
is not.
Eyes open
it begins.
Force fed
the past.
Ancient
ideas.
Bred of
ignorance.
Cauldron
of fear.
Limited
capacity.
Capacity
to understand,
comprehend.
Product
of a
small place.
Stories
spun up.
Primitive
small
thoughts.
Trying
to make
sense.
Designed
to explain,
hold
on to.
Reality
play,
written
produced.
Choreographed.
Stage to
stand on.
Seems to
be real.
Built on
uncertainty.
Designed
in a
vacuum.
Merely
probability.
Just an
illusion.
A
fading
illusion.

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RG

What a perfect image giving the theme of this write , things aren't always as they appear... great message .

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Marion

The more you delve into the question of reality the more unreal it becomes. Even at this moment my reality is much different from yours...but on a grander scale if there were no consciousness to perceive it...would the cosmos actually exist?? That old question of if a tree falls with nobody there to hear it does it make a sound?? I'm so intrigued by all this stuff but my brain is far too small to work it out...I normally just go ask Brian (Cox) ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜€

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John Prophet

Hi MP,
Your brain and everyone elseโ€™s brain.๐Ÿ˜‰
Thank you for reading.
JP

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Jim "The Lad" ....

often illusion veils ancient truth to distract, disguise, the correct path to deity! cool write JP!......................................................................Jim

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