This is only here because I do not want to lose it, so I'm putting it everywhere.

Is anything ever any more than illusion, perception, meaninglessness, ephemerality? No.

Can we therefore identify anything as 'real'? No.

So there could be a dream from which to awaken. The dream of self, of being separate, of seeing other things, of other meanings, of being alone, of being away from home, of being at all. We only ever are; we are never being. And we are alone only in as much as there is no other.