Wandering into what may be seen as insanity, but it can be seen as whatever we wish it to be. As we move forward with age, our foresight becomes ever so clairvoyant, as our eyesight dwindles, and both seemly darker than before. What we have created ourself is a playground in which we divided into entropy, fading from the sight of our unity.

I can spend hours looking into the night sky, soaking in the starlight, and imagine what lays beyond the dark sheet behind them. My paracosm crafts the highest heavens and my eyes can't see them. So can my eyes see that far? Or am I better at imagining things.

Why is it that our imagination can draft up a better reality than what we actually live in? Like, the grass is always greener somewhere. I believe this is a good trait, because it means you are progressive. If you're able to see something better that what you have now, then you are willing to put in the work to make it happen. If you're content with what you have currently, then you're living in a stasis. Either way you look at it, it's mind prison.

Existence is prison,...