An unexamined life
is not worth living..
but is that, in itself,
a well-examined fact?
What is it about life
that we’re supposed
to be examining?
I say.. The Act.

The Act of what?
The Act of being
in itself.
The Act of presence
that you cannot
just subtract.
The Act of pondering
this strange
and wondrous fact.

That you are here.
That you behold
the world around you
when you wake.
And in your dreams
another world
appears to you..
but is it real or fake?

The latter
is opaque and fluid,
while the former
is transparent
and coherent..
How do we know
which one is real?
We simply feel it..

There’s only
one of them
from which
we never
wake.
The other one
only exists
as a mirage
for our own
sake.