YES_NO_MAYBE

Alternating through love and hatred in a state of emotional confusion. All the while wading through the mud of reality and fantasy.

Dizzy, swaying on the edge of enlightenment and total insanity. Staggering at the edge of the great abyss. Desiring to fall, afraid to fall. Will I fall down or will I fall up?

Darkness. Light. Voices encouraging me, whispers threatening me.

Is my dream state reality or am I awake, experiencing a grand illusion? Why do I sometimes enjoy the nightmares and yet dread contentment during awareness?

Am I really here or am I the result of a program designed for the entertainment of another? Am I the dream of someone else? Am I really here or am I the imagination of myself while sitting in a padded room?

Is there a god? Should I pray to god? Am I god?

I think I am just a brain, wounded by society, forced to dwell within this body.