Sometimes...

Sometimes you feel like running down the street arms flying and laughing like a madman fir no reason. Sometimes you just wanna curl into a ball and fade from this mortal plane. The world is a drab place and only cones alive in our own minds.

This, I think, is the secret of human existence. The physical world does not exist. Instead we create our own reality.

This is a mighty power indeed. Imagine what could be accomplished...


Hmm. Interesting line of inquiry. I'll have to ponder it some more...