I Am me. We are one. The separation. Distinguished before two are seen. I have a sense of having a feeling moving through. The me I believe to be what I am: the body with mind that is having the dream. Then I see. I am seen. Our first illusion. Nowhere we came from. Forgotten already by now. Part of the fabric of our delusional vision. Reflections of a self that does not exist but is still seen here before me somehow. The Second. Gone as well. The other exists. Friend or foe is the judge of you. No one to intercede on our behalf without them. Hierarchy spirals flowing down to illuminate the world and reveal what is true. Three In Four. Axis in balance. At the center of the corners. From north to south and east to west, winds blow forever. Until the time of judgment comes, to reap these souls of ours and leave behind no mourners. The Hidden. The secret. The meaning behind. Trading security for joy. Reality is not real for all, all of the time. We play in the shadows to discover the light and know all of the players are toys.