Everything’s a pathway.
Love’s a pathway.
Writing love’s a pathway.
Thinking love’s a pathway.
Tasting tea’s a pathway.
Moving my arm’s a pathway.
Hearing words – a pathway.
There is nothing that exists that is not a pathway.
Reality is merely a pathway.
The universe lives within my head.
I sometimes wonder if I exist at all? Or if the universe exists?
All I know, see, feel or hear is a neuronal pathway in my brain.
Each aspect of the universe sparks a unique firing of brain cells as electricity flows along its pattern – its pathway.
Each aspect of the world stimulates a different firing, a different circuit.
All we have is in our head.
If we were clever enough we could feed in the patterns of a different universe.
What is real?
We do not really see.