There is a static disruption in the depths of the galactic unknown that assuage any and all attempts at terrestrial contact. I swim between the seas of two hidden worlds as my mind teeters between reality and foreign dimensions.
It's amazing how disconnected one can feel while feeling simultaneously connected to the boundless universe, and it is only after I have tripped the rift into the inner workings of my own conscience and seen the cosmic cogs turning in the godhead of celestial omniscience that I realize this.
My mind constructs worlds that are moons away from where my physical body stands, but worlds I am strangely familiar with. My eyes are transfixed onto the swirling vortex that connects my mind with these extraterrestrial lands and I begin to fade in and out of consciousness.
Perhaps my life consists solely of electrical impulses stimulating my brain, simulating an entire world where everything I feel, taste, touch, hear and smell is merely an illusion. These lamentable piano chords resonating throughout my head are simply sonic vibrations disturbing the matter that surrounds me.
These words that I type are only a series of infinite facsimiles in this microcosm and those that surround me are only remainders in the mathematics of infinity.
If everything around me is only a mirage, and my brain just lays hapless in a vat, then I know that my brain is the only thing that connects me to this world, and that the atoms and the molecules that encompass me are entirely real...
...and that makes me feel not so alone anymore.
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