The Dream

I once dreamed of a nights sleep though an fleeing eternity.Ages of wisdom and life fled across me,a numb creature in a sabbatical for existence. When it was broken and consciousness regained, I became aware of the new world. A world i was part of yet isolated from in sense and purpose. I was a stranger amidst anew conscious of the world that vaguely resembled my entire life.There was a fresh estrangement that hung in the air for i was struggling to recognize the loss.

The very thought that i had even felt the loss began the process of indulgence in the neo-life.Even though i was a stranger with no threads to trace back to any life,over time the world of Present engulfed me. That struck to me as inevitability playing its most prominent trick,with sheer elegance. I acquiesced to the forces and started to pick the trinkets and pieces that formed a definition and proceeded to weave a new fabric. The fabric that would ease my transformation ,to accept the old forgone (till then nonexistent) Common Past and to define my part in the Present.

The Creature slowly revisited all the ideas of any world and learned the rules of the new game.It proceeded to become the part of a geography it was evidently a part of and created the new Myth. Here is how it was told - There was once a creature who wanted to be lost in the time and escape all threads so it can find the perfect view of it all.It was so perplexed by the new view that it forgot the view would be lost at the precise moment of its realization!