The Illusion of Illusions
Have I dived in, or out?
When what is up is also down it draws the questions out like blood. They seep and run thick with colour. Rich and warm, they are within in me and thrown before me simultaneously. If I can see more than what is here, if I am aware of things beyond, then what of this? If this is not the only reality, where does that place us?
From here, does one dive in, or out..?