There seems to be a great divide beween what we hope for and sometimes catch glimpses of:
transcending beauty, breathtaking landscapes and sunsets, stary skies and thunder storms, loving gestures and peaceful moments...
and everything else that makes up our days:
mundane routines, angry quarrels over nothing, expectations, fears -- sometimes realized, loneliness, frustrations and despair.
Is there any connection in this life that seems so real?
Which one is reality?
What is this thing we call reality anyways?
And why do we all perceive and experience it differently?
Are we all lead players in our own stories?
Or are we actually, collectively part of something greater than any one of us individually?
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