The Evolution of the Dream
One day, a man existed.
He had never existed before.
He didn't know he had never existed before.
He didn't know he exists now.
He met a woman.
He didn't know that she existed
She didn't know if he existed
Was he a figment of her imagination?
Was she the one putting peas in his ramen, he hated it so.
Did the ramen exist?
This is where the dream came from.
The existence of the ramen sprang from a dream...
or did a dream spring from the ramen?
If the ramen doesn't exist, does the dream exist?
This is the evolution of the dream.
The dream is the ramen, the peas, the hatred for the peas, the woman,
the man.
The unknown.
All of us have the unknown. Does the unknown exist, or is it merely a dream?
No; the unknown is the one thing that does exist.
The unknown is where the known comes from.
Bright lights can stem from darkness.
Dreams can stem from the unknown.
Are the acts we commit to spawn inspiration dreams?
Are they unknown?
Are they a man, and a woman, and peas?
Are the muses really just a group of dreams?
No.
The muses are really a group of the unknown.
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You just dream them up.
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You just dream us up.
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That is why we exist. To Dream.
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That is why peas exist. To be dreamed about.
-Ska