For years on, illusionists made use of mirrors, to distract, to inhibit belief, to challenge physics and to, most of all, deceive. This is no degradation of a magician's might, or his control of our minds. Mirrors, at the right angles, placed ajar, can create things that aren't there. Or best of all, make things that are there seem like they are not. A box beautifully designed hides the dove or rabbit hidden within.

And with that spectacular puff of smoke, nicely scented, dreams are formed.
Just like that, how very intangible.

But that is the exact composition of life, of dreams, of hopes and of desires.
Mirrors and smoke. Nicely scented.... I insist.

But isn't it this exact dillusional possibility of happenings that we call dream?

Indeed. Ever so important on the surface, something that drives us on, to motivate us.

But really, are they truely concrete. Or is it once again a societal construct? A illusion of mirrors and smoke (once again, scented please)...

Then we consider, what is reality?
What exactly are we living in?

I'll tell you,


reality is like the backstage.
More mirrors, and smoke. But this time, they aren't scented at all. Infact it smells bad...


-Things don't always go our way eh?
 And sometimes, we'll hold on to the dream of a better tomorrow.
 Sometimes, we breathe in deep, trying to retain the scent, the designed smell.


-But more often, we just smile it off.
 I'll just smile it off. Because it isn't fair to burden others.
 So let's not equate a happy person to a delighted soul. It isn't so.

-It takes hard work friends.
 It takes tough acceptance that I'm eventually, just like any body else.
 Not the superman I thought I could be.

Normalcy...