AN ABSTRACT INQUIRY
Maybe these moments will come my way again, Or maybe they won’t, I may never regain Maybe a future life, may get me on these very paths, But will these memories ever remain? Maybe my past, my present, my dreams today may become a forlorn chant so forever lost, that even time can’t decant Maybe I am merely a quantum figment of fiction, of shared neural memories, I am a chance intersection Maybe I am an aliquot of the forever Or my universe itself, of my awareness, a creative endeavour Maybe I am, but, a series of myriad sensations My internal, delusional receiver transcribing pulsations Maybe only in collective formations of consciousness, I exist, oscillating between reality and trance a notion perhaps, or my senses playing perceptual pranksMaybe I am, only my own dreams in an ironical slumber…. when I wake up there could be no thing the life I am dreaming up, is really nothing! (All views expressed here are the views of the essayist and does not represent the official standpoints of any organisation the essayist is associated with)
