I found out that everything I know is my own minds invention or interpretation... a dream of a sort. Now, is it a dream about reality or just one that is of a different order than the ones I have while I sleep in this one? and does it really matter? am I a butterfly dreaming I am a man or a man who dreamt of being a butterfly? [some chinese bloke?] do I see reality as it is or just the shadows on the wall? [some greek guy named plato?] do any of you really exist or I am GOD suffering from multiple personality disorder? I believe in the Generator Of Dreams or GOD by initials... but I suspect that we are not two nor one...but just as the wave is not the ocean yet not seperate from it nor is the singer his song nor is the ray of light the sun...not one not two. [Anthony DeMello?]