Down the path we travel heading towards our eminent oblivion. Forever lost in the wispy dreams of the cosmos. The point? I have no clue. Perhaps we are one conciousness which shares separate visions of reality. To us, reality may be nothing but a hallucination suffered by the same concious entity that dreams of nothing and everything at once. To that being, our entire universe may be nothing but a fleeting image that has appeared into it's imagination. Or perhaps I crack too much smoke...