Space between the palms

Im filling this blink square with letters
Empty scribbles with nothing else attached. Why, for reasons i cannot begin to describe. Why does anything happen. Is it god in disguise? Is it written in time that some one decides to write and if so did they decide? Whats is will is it intentions mixed with actions or is it wishes mixed passion? What is  mind? A composite of attoms creating a factory ran by proteins and perception? Or is it a giant magnet attracting experiences desired? What the difference between the organic compounds that compile into me and the things gather to create a table? Could inanimate objects think are they able to feel? And if so what kind of monstars are we? How come i cant see the the vibrational representation of a hue higher than yellow? How come i cant hear under 40 disciples? How come i cant smell oxygen? Or feel the composition of cells in air? How limited is flesh? A simple prick of the finger can cause injury even death. So how can any of us be sure that we're even alive when your double helix can hold computer viruses. When a shaddow can be seen on a clear road when you drive and vanish at your arrival. I can answer it all what just one phrase.
Nothing is reality.