Now I am a person or in a human body. Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up and remember a wonderful dream about how I was a person, being someone else. The ones I’ve heard about in fairy tales. What is a legend for one world is an ordinary reality in another. Moving from one illusion to another, ad infinitum. The only thing we may have left is experience. The only thing we really have is this very moment in this very place, at least in this universe, so to speak.
At moments when I am fully aware of all this myself, the only thing I can do is admire this beautiful and terrible, and insanely fascinating illusion. Although it does not always succeed, it is too fascinating and often makes you believe in your reality.