Have you ever stopped to think that life… might just be a dream?
Wow, this feels less like reading and more like stepping into a lucid dream.
The way you describe consciousness as an ocean where reality crystallizes—it’s both poetic and strangely believable.
I’ve always wondered if déjà vu is exactly that: a brush with another version of myself, in another “dream.” Your words make it feel almost obvious.
Maybe the real freedom isn’t about chasing one version of life, but about realizing we’re free to wander through many.
Yes, this realization is freeing. Glad that you can relate too. 😌
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like countless mirrors reflecting the same light, each possibility already complete, already lived. Perhaps what we call “this life” is just the facet our consciousness happens to be gazing through.
Wonderful work!
Thank you for your kind remarks! ❤️
Wow, this feels less like reading and more like stepping into a lucid dream.
The way you describe consciousness as an ocean where reality crystallizes—it’s both poetic and strangely believable.
I’ve always wondered if déjà vu is exactly that: a brush with another version of myself, in another “dream.” Your words make it feel almost obvious.
Maybe the real freedom isn’t about chasing one version of life, but about realizing we’re free to wander through many.
Yes, this realization is freeing. Glad that you can relate too. 😌
Thanks or sharing
Adding you :)
Thank you!
Yes
like countless mirrors reflecting the same light, each possibility already complete, already lived. Perhaps what we call “this life” is just the facet our consciousness happens to be gazing through.
Wonderful work!
Thank you for your kind remarks! ❤️