Reality Is An Illusion

The hair beast squishes and swirls like a whirling dervish. Their feet dance on the carpet, whilst their top half of hair has a life of its own, Spinning and dancing, its hair dancing in the wind as it spins and twirls.

It may be that we exist and cease to exist in alternations, like the minute dots in some forms of toned printing or the succession of pictures on a cinema film. It may be that reality is an illusion of movement in an eternal, static, multidimensional universe. We may be only a story written on the ground ...