Like you sitting in this room, you think you're really here
Well, you've persuaded yourself that way
You've acted it so damn well that you KNOW that this is the real world
But you're playing it
We haven't realized that life and death, black and white, good and evil, being and non-being, come from the same center
They imply each other
What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself
Then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further gambles as to
Books burn and stories will fade
The strength in our arms can't find against change the wind's tide keeps rumbling on
Look hard at the thunderous clouds there's a freedom inside whispering out
Calling you, calling you home Saying, ‘Oh time will pass and reduce to ash your bones.' In a lightning flash what fills the gap?
Of when it hits and when you know?
In other words, what exists, reality itself is gorgeous, it is the [ ] the fullness of total joy
Facts hold your feet to the ground, mind wanders off chasing the sound of the storm cloud that whispered of home
From in between the truth and what we see the thunder calls out what we choose to believe Echoing the size of our world
Oh time will pass and reduce to ash our bones
In a lightning flash, what fills the gap?
Of what is real and what we know?
There's no point in just sustaining bliss.' Let's suppose that you were able, every night, to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and that you could for example have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time
And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, fulfill all your wishes
You would have every kind of pleasure you could conceive
And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each, you would say ‘now let's have a surprise
Let's have a dream which isn't under control
Then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further gambles as to what you would dream, and finally you would dream where you are now