The world is a dream, you say, and itโs lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.โ โNo. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?
Richard BachPart of us is always the observer, and no matter what, it observes. It watches us. It does not care if we are happy or unhappy, if we are sick or well, if we live or die. Itโs only job is to sit there on our shoulder and pass judgment on whether we are worthwhile human beings.
Richard Bach