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In death, there is no difference between dreams and reality. No chance to make sense, or to try to hold on to what seems to matter. In the waking, participatory world, we are all liberated from the tethers of past and future selves, in order to make the better place itself the one true and only realm. It is a construct determined by an active, fractured mind, more ready to believe in unknown possibilities before experiencing the inevitable. Carrying on is no different from giving back, trying to explain flavor, color, pleasure, happening at some specific time and place, as if such sensation has to do with a given particular location. Freedom is the only illusion that makes living worth while, and those borne free are the only true infinite players, beyond fear of pain and victimization, at peace with the truth that this all has happened before and will happen again, because of the constant and ever persistent now of that living being sprung from the darkness that must find a way, in the name and spirit of hope, love and happiness.