December 7, 1982
The worlds of dream, and supposition
Combined with truth, and speculation
Layered across reality
To give us space and time.
But is it truth? Or is it real?
And does it really matter?
To tell ourselves that time is not
And space is curved illusion.
The seasons pass, ages pass
We walk the Earth from birth till death
Living out our inner Truth
In the space if timeless illusion.