We are standing on a bridge -
It is called "the earth."

The bridge is very high and very long, Both ends and what is above and what is below is shrouded in clouds.

Near the middle of the bridge the sun shines on a few of us - What we are doing is "living."

Jumping off the bridge is called "dying." Other things we can do are called "art" or "love" or "foolishness."

We have forgotten how we got here, or why or where we are going.

It might be called "only a dream."





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