Life is death in slow motion, and death is life in speed motion. Matter is spirit solidified to let you dream yourself real, and spirit is matter liquefied to save you from the reel of your dream...

There is nothing real about reality. Once this simple premise is understood, there's no way one could still live reality in the morbid sense of realness that its physicality entails.

The DNA of reality defies the basic logic of realness. Perhaps that's why we hear them say 'The Miracle of Creation' and not 'The Logic of Creation'.

How can it be otherwise? Can the impossible be made possible without defeating the logic of possibility?!
What is a reality held together by a defeated logic other than magic?!
Logic says: reality at its realest is a dream that simply cannot be happening!
Magic says: the dream feels real and the feeling can be savored only if you're at peace with the terms and conditions of dreaming.

One of the basic terms of dreaming is that you never really know how and when you get into the middle of a dream or how or when you exit.
But wait!
Isn't this exactly how we come to this world and how we depart it?
You cannot speed up or slow down a dream! You cannot hoard experiences or see more than what you're meant to see even when you're so sure you can!
You cannot own anything you think is yours even as you hold on to it so tightly.
You are at best an eye witnessing a reel spinning and at worst a limb struggling to feel real inside the reel! You must always remain aware you're dreaming and be ready to give it all up in any moment!

Disheartening truth?!
What's heartening then?!
Clinging on to physical reality like a parasite?!! Building empires of greed on a sleeping giant?

In short, reality at best, can only be felt, at worst you can try to reason it through!
Good luck with reasoning; and before you do that, keep in mind that reason exhausts its cause at the doorsteps of emotions. We're only compelled to reason by way of avoiding a feeling we despise or preserving a feeling we cherish.
Any further reasoning you believe you're buying into for some reason, even when you buy into the idea of reasoning your way into a great future, you're basically investing in a feeling (perhaps the feeling of being rich or great or whatever); and guess what? Feelings cannot be bought or sold, hurried or slowed! Feelings dawn on you in any time any place! So you might as well sell the currency.

So, are you ready for the flipside of logic? Are you ready for magic?

Your 'here' is unreal.
If it's real, then where is 'here'? In Space? How can something exist inside that which has no boundaries to begin with?
Your 'now' is unreal.
If it's real, the when is 'now'? In Time? How can something happen inside that which has no beginning and no end?!

Yes you can say: 'I am conscious of my 'here and now', it must then all be real and happening.'

I say true, consciousness constitutes the essential fabric of reality; but guess what? Consciousness is held together by logical absurdities. It is based on the possibility that the infinite and indivisible can be finite and divisible. Consciousness relies on the possibility that existence (call it the spirit, the self, or an Indivisible unity-of-presence) be divided into The Viewer and The Viewed; and mind you, without such division, without an interaction between A Viewer and A Viewed, there won't be any feedback loop for any conscious experience to hold.

Ok so what do we have here?
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A logical impossibility constitutes the mathematics of any possible conscious experience?!!
This is like saying something can be made out of pure nothing.
Imagine! In every flux of human consciousness, we're simply translating the possibility of the impossible being made possible. Now tell me, how can such logic hold outside of a dream-like setting?!!

Let's put it in simpler terms! Let's just say in every flux of human consciousness we're translating a 'miracle'?
Let's call this miracle 'The Immaculate Conception'. The Possibility of bringing forth a Finite Duality from the womb of an Infinite Unity. Insane right?!!

Consciousness relies on a re-cognized feedback loop of thought. It requires a state of absence from the absoluteness it stands for - an absence that resembles sleeping inside a waking state. It requires a division within an Indivisible Unity – an angle within a circle. It entails the division of the Self into The Viewer and The Viewed and a certain delay for the feedback, a space-time interval.
The first logical absurdity needed for consciousness to hold is the notorious world-view that The Viewed (The World) lies outside and separate from The Viewer (The Self).
Accordingly, The Viewer is somehow required to assume absence from the surreal truth that The World lies within and imagine himself instead a numeric entity contained inside a world of numeric objects. While this is conditional for dreaming, it is however a recipe for coma (Sleep-death).

The existence of space-time dimension is a default translation of the essential need to be conscious. Consciousness projects space and time into presence momentarily.
In other words, we, those characters inside God's dream, bring forth space and time into presence to preserve and prolong the dream possibility by way of preserving and prolonging our characters (our significance) inside the dream on the expense of the Dreamer's awakening.
We do this out of a deep existential need 'to be and to avoid melting back into the dreamer's unconsciousness as he wakes up'.

We strive to hold on to what's 'real' inside the dream. Something about the dream must hold as real. Yet, this something can only be felt and not reasoned; perhaps that is why a very thin line separates between stoning a messiah for a good reason and worshiping a devil for a bad one.

We have this love/hate relationship with awakening (call it the truth, the core, God or whatever you wish). We worship it, yet we fear losing ourselves to it. We gravitate towards it, yet we fear being sucked by it. We try to assume its liking, yet we fear disappearing in the wake of its blinding presence.
We openly worship infinity, yet secretly despise its deafening silence. We strive hard to immerse ourselves inside the noise of space and time, always busy hopping back and forth between some past we regret and some future we desire by way of confirming the realness of our Now, like a blind man locked in a dark room singing only to confirm to his ears that he's there.
We create history and preserve it out of fear of infinity. We create geography and limit ourselves to its boundaries out of fear of the boundless.

Can you see the Frankensteinian logic in what we do?

We create, then we decide to lose our selves to our own creation forgetting that we were ever once The Creators in order that we feel our creation.
We trade all the reason in the world for a simple authentic feeling that validate our realness.