We've all thought it at one moment or another. We've all hit ourselves over the head for thinking it. But deep down inside we all know that we've wanted it more then anything else imaginable. Just think about it: you're looking into an ordinary thing, perfectly still, with no sign of extraordinary content. And yet, something makes you take a second look. The seemingly ordinary object has an air to it that it didn't have before. Perhaps this time, the dream would become reality. Perhaps this time, all would vanish away except for you and all that lies beyond the certain something in front of you. Maybe you're just dreaming, in fact you probably are. But even so, you take a step further. You peer into the known, expecting to see the unknown. The dream is that you find it. The reality is that you don't.
…But what if dream could become reality?
Could the figment of your imagination really be there? In the deepest pools of your heart, you long for it to be there, but in the shallow end of sensibility you know it's not. But, how can your heart truly know the nature of what is not in the world of reality. No one can say they know what it's like, or how it would come about.
All we are able to do is use our imagination.
And that's not a bad thing.
…But what if it's not enough?
What if the longing in the heart becomes so strong that it pains you to dwell on it? You know it's just a dream, far from reality.
…But what if the dream could become reality?
You peer into the known, expecting to see the unknown. And suddenly, when you were about to turn around forever, you see it.
And that is when you finally know. You know not because you saw it, but because you finally felt it.
