I am fascinated with the blurred lines between science and magik and our ever changing perceptions of reality. Perhaps it all is but a dream?
Our dreams are real to us. Until we wake up everything that happens, no matter how illogical or irrational, is our truth and we accept it. We are genuinely afraid of the rotting zombie chasing us. We struggle to run but our feet are stuck in something with a consistency somewhere between Jello and honey. At that moment when the zombie has managed to overtake us and is poised to feast on our flesh, our eyes snap open and we are suddenly awake! In an instant the ‘true’ reality is clear and we heave a sigh of relief! Or is it? We awoke from a dream, but did we wake up to reality or just another layer of slumber?
Before your eyes begin to glaze over at the anticipation of a philosophical muse, I should relieve you of this misconception. As with most things I write this post has…
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