It all feels like a dream sometimes. Reality painted on like some cheap makeup, smeared over bundles of energy. I see, coming back split in two. I never realized how distinct each aspect of being was. And now know where they intersect.
Intersection is so important.
Its the stuff realities are constructed from. Points of view. Melding together the inside and outside. It is getting late and my sense of time is fading. Structured reality while pretty and ornate is just so much fluff.