Maybe reality is an infinite regress of dreams. Maybe reality is one form of dream. Maybe we wake into a dream, we call reality. ~ Endless linguistic stumbling to describe the infinite.
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Maybe reality is an infinite regress of dreams. Maybe reality is one form of dream. Maybe we wake into a dream, we call reality. ~ Endless linguistic stumbling to describe the infinite.
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At the risk of sounding slightly absurd… You are and you are not God, reality speaks to you if you listen.

Translation ~ We’re along the same lines, we’re on the same wavelength, we are similar.
Hyperlinking energy waves
Criss-cross the spheres of creation
Gently caressing every orifice of every cell
Brushing past every disturbance
Coalescing in the inevitable dance of opposing forces, dualities and chemistries
Of infinite combinations
Of our creator’s hugs and kisses
In unconditional love and bliss always.
~diosemporium, 26/11/25, 0:37
