And yet, the energy of the mind-spirit-soul recalls. Recalls lights that are an appearent sign of some phenomenal certainty in the sense of Descartes, as he faced the uncertain in the conviction of the eternal extension , which before the earth was apprehended became a universally extended flat surfaced eternal infinity
That was before Einstein-Galileo earth became the globe, and people started to fear what happens when they reach the end.
The atomistic globists, out of fear, had to find out what happens when you reach the end and fall off , existentially fall off the precipice, so they tried jumping off things, airplanes, diving boards, to see what happens.
But just because extension encircled reality and wraps it’self into a little prebirth womanlike bubble, doesen’t mean anyone can simulate himself to appear to climb back into the womb.
Although they do in the act of intercourse climb back from out of it, and come, back out of it to think they will live again, but will they?
What about the ones who don’t have kids? Can they live again in the bubbly world?
Yes they can because each one of them, are into one another, their types are very similar to a degree.
Their genes are not so unique when differentiated from other species, and mixing genes among species are uncommon between men and animals.
So what of eternity?
Ecmondu is right in holding that trillions to the trillionth power, and that to the trillionth can produce intergalactic spires of spirited bodies, who are willing to sustain human existence regardless of how the look, think
They are sustained by vast buildup of energy, so powerful that it can bind extasis into the flashes of light of pickets or phenomenal reality that we jump into, on the way out, jump in, take a chance with a minute portion of energy, coming thru the tiny vibrating slit that determines which slit most accords and determines the next phase of fate of even the least desirable
This is what happened to the one tiny point vanished into a virtuality, that the civic black hole emphatically transformed into just one metaphor into myraid, and light up the sky in a blazing explosion of images, some with a big bang.
If this was mot the case, evolution of species could not take place, and thenidentity we harbor could never be comprehensibly be integrated in the first place before the word was given
PS this is trying to be some kind of 3 am allegory to sooth . other than that it is a fictional account to the question : is life but a dream.
" boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear
Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream? "
Lewis Carol