Life is death in slow motion, death is life in speed motion, and what I call “real” is, in actuality, more like an endlessly spinning reel, a story projected onto the movie screen of this earthly plane.
Matter is spirit solidified to let me dream myself real, and spirit is matter liquefied to save me from the reel of my own dream.
Logic is the glue that holds magic apart to prevent it from happening all at once and blowing my mind.
Who am I to be more spiritual than what simply matters?
Who am I to be more logical than what magic entails?
Who am I to be more real than the reel itself?
Who am I to quit dreaming?
Who am I to “get real”?
Real: You are at best what you can touch! That's what you are; so you better quit dreaming and get real.
Reel: well then, how come I can see much beyond what could ever be touched?! I am Eye, that's what I am.
Real: but you are inside reality! Are you not?
Reel: Where am I inside exactly?
Real: Lets just say you are Inside space!
Reel: One of the main conditions of being inside something is that this something must have a beginning and an end so that I know I am in it.
Does space has a beginning or an end? Do you honestly think I could be contained by space?!
Real: Yes, but you will die if you don't take 'space' seriously! You could be bruised by a sharp edge or even crushed by a huge object.
Reel: And what holds all the sharp edges from bruising me right this moment or the huge objects from crushing me as I speak for that matter?
Real: The Laws of Physics do. The physical conditions of your death has not been met yet. That's all what there is to it I'm afraid.
Reel: Do you honestly think 'I' could even die?!! Your laws are merely the wheel that prevents my reel from reeling upon itself. They have nothing to do with the magic of the reel itself.
I will only see what is meant to be seen.
Otherwise, can you tell me how I got here in space to begin with for you to tell how I leave and where I go after?!
Let me just say that my experience spinning across the wheels of time has taught me that an 'I' can never really die. It was created to begin with in order for it to be destroyed.
"I" is the Creator itself.
An 'I' can only be described; and everything I take to be 'real', every thought that crosses my mind, every action that imprints upon the tablet of space and time, including all (that which can and can't be touched) is at best a possible description of what this 'I' is.
I am simply beyond description