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I sometimes feel as if Someone has been writing on my soul with indelible ink
leaving messages for me to decipher.
These images visit me in the dark,
When there are no lights,
And leave questions
That can only be answered
After death.
In that case, it’s better not to know.
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I agree... This is a very curious one.. But I think there is no big mystery to dreaming... We only dreamn about what we think is happening... WE become what we desperatly want in our real life... Although some dreams I believe are sent by God, others are just our deepest desires..
This is a curious one. I can only liken it to subconscious thoughts we have in dreams when the conscious departs. At what point does it return; a few seconds before we wake? Maybe so. Some people believe the soul is the consciousness and leaves the body during sleep; it's an interesting one. ~T
