I often wonder, if space, time and matter are not, but only parts of a dream, that lasts as long as what we call : "our lifetime" ... our senses are not but only the organs that sustain the duration of our dream ... The mater slowly fades like all dreamlapse images, and senses which sustain them fade with it ... somewhere in this incurving light fades our drumming heart ... Then the dream ends and a new day dawns ... one day timeless and infinite, in the twirl spin of a parallel universe ... where the feeling and sense are nothing but glimpses of phenomenons dancing in a fluid relationship not incurved . . . Nothing . . .