And we dream.

And we dream. We rise to the heights of a spiritual ideal where we seek divinity, perfection, and a peace where the world's impurity can't touch us and we float, connected to a white and smiling sky.

And we live. Sensory stimuli corner us, everyday situations surround us, we're overwhelmed by the impression of a reality we don't understand, and because we don't pay attention, we let it flow in disorder and without meaning.

And we wake. We take on the inescapable fact of being here. We stand on the ground so firmly that we sharpen our sensitivity to everything happening outside and inside us. We radiate a peace that asks for no conditions, but accepts the plain fact of this one existence in this one fleeting world.

And we smile.