Elusion

Illusion is not the opposite of reality;it is reality translated into something we can bear.

The sun does not rise;we rotate into brightness.

The ground is not still;we are spinning fast enough to mistake it for stability.

Nothing is colored;surfaces reject certain wavelength and we hallucinate beauty.

Time is not passing;we are passing through it.Universe is not getting older;it is getting less organized.

Memory is a draft we keep;mistaken for an archive.

Self is a story;told so consistentlyit forgetsit's fiction.