What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.
The only true law is that which leads to freedom.
Of course I'm a fake. We're all fakes on this whole world, pretending to be something we're not. We are not just bodies walking around, not just atoms, molecules. We are unkillable, undestroyable ideas of the IS, no matter how much we believe otherwise.
Everybody is given a Dream... you may have to work for it however.
Your harshest truths are dreams, and your gentlest dreams are true.
The space for what you want is already filled with what you settled for instead.