Remembering something (memory) feels exactly as when you feel when you’re dreaming in your sleep. What if our existence is merely a dream within someone’s head?
And that everything can end within the waking of this Being.
While we may comprehend Time in our own way, but one Second to this Being could be billions of millennia; infinite to our conception of Time.
We are all merely an imagination, a play, a scene within an Act. Our time here is a line of dialog in a great epic that is endless as well as beginningless.
Or, worse still, what if our existence is merely a Memory within someone’s head? A dreamlike Memory; everything being recollected and played out as it had happen, only to be destroyed upon immediate focused attention.
Art courtesy of Alex Grey