I’m not unique.
I’m not important.
I’m not even a mote in this existence.
You too are neither unique or important.
Just another speck.
Helplessly drifting through time and space.
Entangled with everything else.
What I am, what you are
Is pure consciousness
Not separate,not joined,just one.
We are the dream of life
Unaware
That only death can awaken us from that dream.
Or nightmare.
My question is.
If we’re all part of a dream then whose dream is it.Who weaves that dream?
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