The PuppetThe Puppet On a morning chilled by frozen winter rain, a man awoke to find that he was still dreaming- the vividness of it still lingered. Disoriented and quite warm, his fleece blanket was wrapped protectively around him like a womb. The world was empty, black and silent, though his eyes were open and his ears were sharp. Even his breath was muffled, perhaps by the fleece cocoon from which he thus decided to free himself. The man slowly unraveled the blanket and, legs swung over the bed's edge, braced for the cold reunion of his bare feet with the floor. And as they made contact he realized two things: first his nakedness, as of a newborn babe, shivering in foreign air; and second, that he was hungry. He went into the adjacent bathroom and relieved himself. He also showered and dressed for work. He was a businessman, and his gray pinstripe suit accentuated his job. Descending the stairs the businessman had thoughts of the wee
On Dreams and RealityOn Dreams and RealityI have at length, in the vividness of my dreams, recognized the great fallacy of Reality- that our understanding of the workings of that reality is a matter of perception, and that this perception is ever-changing and dwells naught but in the mind of the individual. How, then, are we able to claim with any real certainty that this life we lead is truly real, and not merely a fantastic voyage of some restless dreaming mind? The great divide between the World of Dreams and Reality has long since blurred, and such an infinite event has and will only intertwine[d] the disjointedness of illusion and insanity with the fabric of All Things. But how can we thus answer this impossible conundrum? Are we not forever chained within the confines of our own minds? Is not our imprisonment by individual perception absolute? Such is a quandary that can be answered by no one man, and so will thus go on unanswered, its infinite truth a mystery, into eternity… or 'til the end.