An Unspeakably Perfect Miracle

Even though there’s nothing really real about reality, it’s still redonkulously, unutterably fantastical, and completely beyond the ability of our tiny little brainy-doodles to grasp. Just as no shrimp could possibly grasp the enormity and complexity of the sea, no human could possibly grasp the enormity and complexity of the dreamstate. No matter where you look or how hard you look, all you see is an intelligence so freakishly, insanely, mind-blowingly bonkers that no amount of awe and wonder could ever scratch the surface. Because every part contains the whole, even the teensiest, most insignificant little thing in apparent creation is infinitely beyond our ability to fathom. Just the barest glimpse of the magnificence and wonder of it all makes you want to start slapping strangers and urging them to open their eyes. (Which, weirdly, they don’t seem to appreciate.)