Reality is build... from stones, bricks, tangible, visible materials. But the construction of reality did not begin with them, but with our dreams. Because reality is made of dreams. It comes from our desires. What you feel inside, what I feel inside, what I want, what you want. Honestly. From the heart. With heart. Selflessly. This is the base of each reality. The dream. Yours and mine.
The end of the world comes when we run out of dreams.




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