"What is real? How do you define real?" Morpheus asked in that iconic scene of The Matrix. And he was right, what we consider real is what we can feel and interact with. But if that is the case, if reality is only a shared experience of sensory perception then any and all experiences are real. Our dreams are real. Our visions are real. Our ideas are real.

Reality exists on different dimensions or realms. What we may call the tangible real is the realm in which we all share. But how funny is it to see the seriousness the inhabitants dwell in. Our lives here are so frail and easily swept away but the people get lost into their identities of illusion as if they were permanent. Perhaps I find it funny because when you think about it, when you realize that life is comprised of far more than the tangible realm, you begin to see the "world" in a different light; a light that makes you wonder how much more is out there.