All the while dreaming of mud on the bottom of some ocean.
Yeah sure we all want to worry about what is real hear on this ball that floats in nothing. But why are we compelled to survive all the intangible complexities that swirl around in our heads? And how come our mental regurgitation's upon one another only seem to add to the pain? So why believe? Because there is nothing to stop me. No one else lives in my head. The faith I own know's nothing of the truth.