Mumpsimus - Sumpsimus

I lean over the bed to reach that last piece of heaven, the one which you call chocolate.
I fall and I laugh.


...
Now it`s here, now it`s not.

"You do realize reality is an illusion, right?"
"And a wonderful one."
"No, really. We don`t see the colour which is there. Let`s take for instance - yellow. We only see the other colours we can percieve. So it`s not yellow. It`s the reflection of the whole spectre, besides yellow. Moreover, 90% of the matter, of all solid stuff is not here."
"...huh? Where is it?"
"In our mind. We`ve created what you see here, all around, but there`s still the 90%  of unorganised matter (not to say the unmateralised one - yet)."
"I don`t think it`s the way you said it. There`s always more than meets the eye. You are not just a replica of myself or/and of the whole world (and viceversa, which I find somewhat mind-blowing). There`s more than this world, this planet, this universe. I`m sure the 90% is out-there or within, somewhere. Still it doesn`t matter where it is. It doesn`t matter if what we live is an illusion. There is one tiny thing which governs not only the universe, ourselves, but the entire everything."

It`s Love!

"Indeed, it`s love. We are loved, I am loved, you are loved. Therefore, rejoyce!"