The gray day has dimmed, the falling twilight leaves the world bluish and dark. Lights glimmer in the valley, rain drips from the railing.

In a sudden moment I am thrown into reflectiveness, thinking about the world I'm in, surrounded by, infused with. In my present state I cannot exist with out the world, the reality around me. What if laws governing my existence were suddenly displaced or totally replaced? Would I remain the same? What if the foundational realities of the universe were a grand illusion, a painting, a mirage of something insubstantial and so other? What if everything I took for granted as being suddenly unbecame?

I imagine death to be such a venture, an unfolding of a persons soul that enables them to see the illusions of the world unbecome and finally see what IS. Trapped in my temporal bubble I want to reach out to the darkened sky and erase the physical facade to gaze at the deeper truth beneath, a truth that I cannot see but one that I recognize with the eyes of my soul, a truth that IS.