What is reality? Reality is pink with polka dots. It’s our world floating like a ball in space. When we are on top standing tall, upside-down on the bottom, or how about standing horizontally off the side.
Maybe reality isn’t even round or square. Certainly not where our patience did not bear and in the dimensions that we forswear. For reality is definitely in our perceptions because that is what’s real to us. Even when we are imagining stuff, that’s our reality.
I wonder if we ever lose our sense of reality where we will actually be. In the trees, under the sea, or soaring as far as we can be. At the end perhaps, it was all a virtual reality: one that we drop into and out of, and where we feel sort of out of touch with.
But when we return home to our Maker then we’ll see beyond time and space what we could never see while we were enveloped in a physical body and a material world.
For the spirit survives the life as our L-rd spans infinity and one day too we will rejoin with Him and discover what our eyes could never see and our ears did never hear.
For our heart was hardened of flesh while our soul was molten and deep until eventually we awake from our slumber and find what we always did seek.