What is reality anyway?
Is it just one thing? Is it the same thing for everybody? Or does it change depending on your perspective?
Is there a set of rules that everyone needs to follow? Or is it like a giant game of Calvinball where the rules are made up as you go along and no two games are ever the same?
It has been said that who we are today is molded by the path we took yesterday. But how reliable is our memory of the journey? Does anything other than the present moment actually exist? Are our faulty memories our own, or are they a part of some greater collective unconsciousness. Is that why some of us (read that as me) are so fascinated by archetypes?
Regardless of how you feel about any of this, here are some archetypal images that I've taken. See if you remember them tomorrow.
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