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The light fades and the shadows come to life. All the more my senses are aroused by the absence of light. The streets are crowded and the city wakes up with the neon lights. Yet my heart stays silent in one corner, not knowing what it seeks. Sulking in solitude, my soul departs from reality and into the world of dreams - the place where none of my realities have ever been.

This world is where the impossible is a possibility in itself. This is the place where boundaries are but the gates to eternity. It bends space and time. It stands on top of nothing but the very thought of reality.. for where there is no reality, there is no unreality.

Sometimes time flies so fast, too fast that time cannot wait for itself. It keeps ticking, keeps sweeping, keeps moving. But in this world of unreal, time is the very reason for this world to stop. In this world, time is not a reality, for time encapsulates an event in a period where there is a beginning and an end. This world does not know beginning, nor does it realize the end. It is just there, standing still while constantly moving.

You may think this world is the opposite of reality. Yet, what is real? Reality is relative. In this world, nothing is relative. Everything is what it is, no ending nor beginning. Reality in itself has no opposite. Reality is what it is - reality.

In this world of mine, imagination is not the limit. Does it have an image of a nation? I doubt. It is beyond any nation and any image you can imagine. Perhaps, relative to what you think is real, this world is unreal. But then again, take out the relativity in what you believe is real and you have something you know nothing about.

Life is never real in its true sense. For life is simply the reality that we think we are in. Reality is an illusion of the mind. What lies out there is way way much bigger than we could ever imagine. What we grasp is but a spec on what is out there. What is out there? Who knows? I don’t.

Man has always tried to grasp knowledge of the reality he is in. But, the more he seeks wisdom, the more he realizes how useless he knows. He creates things that destroys himself. Man did not came first, the world did. Man was never in the position to change the world, or the world as others see it for that matter.

So much seems defined. Yet the more things are defined by man, the more things become unknown.

What is real to us is what we can grasp. What we cannot grasp is not real.

This is where faith comes in. This is where faith makes sense of everything else unknown to Man. Faith does not only define what is real, it also puts a place for the unknown, the what could be, the what if. It is only in faith that Man finds his purpose in a world of pointlessness.