Something From Nothing

In the beginning there has been, and will always be, nothing. In the beginning. With Time the illusion of Nothingness creates a dream of something, of being something, of having something, of existing, thus the creation of "life". The manifestation of Nothing into something. A dream created from a dream created from a dream, and so on. It is my belief that we, as people in general, are dreaming and indevidually we branch from the original dream into smaller, more personal dreams, creating for ourselves a sense of originality, of uniqueness, furthering the illusion that we are, that anything is. What is anything? What we told ourselves or were told it is. We are indevidual lies told to the same entity to convince ourself that we are not alone and that we are not nothing. We are illusions created from illusions going only deeper and deeper into them with every new day. Going forward only because our illusions will not let us go back yet. Take a look around you.... What do you see? Do you know without a speck of uncertainty that what you are looking at is real? That you are in fact seeing it and not just dreaming it into "existence".  The fact that others see what you see means nothing if you approach the predicament with the theory that we are all the same being at seperate stages of illusion on different branches of the same tree. Ask yourself again, is any of this real? Are any of us really here, existing individually in a world surrounded by utter nothingness? Ask yourself why anything. The answer always goes back around and points right back to you. Because of your perseption of existence. You think it is there, you see it, smell it, touch it, hear it. It's there. But why? Because you persieve it to be, and that perseption is validated by illusions we created, it has to be there. so it shall be. When you look at yourself, what do you see? You see that because thats what you choose to see. Change your point of view to fit the illusion and you can change anything, because we are nothing, all is nothing, and from nothing can come anything that you make of it.