is a mirage, one picture upon the other, one line upon the other, one word upon the other, seamlessly connected, woven illusions. The sun a bright bulb, same as the one in your room, the moon, torch light from a lost wanderer, eyes of a loved one, black holes of time, voices of people, echoes of millenniums, you, me, ghosts of a long lost present, fading into the future, to become the past, waters are rivers of thoughts streaming from voids of dreams, the earth, a dust flake on a table, A mirage, think about it, what is, is not. Everything in the world is a mirage, one picture upon the other, one line upon the other, one word upon the other, seamlessly connected, woven illusions. The sun a bright bulb,
