Ever thought about how the world presents itself to you? How do you know things are the way they are? Who taught you to label?

Ever think about reality as being a dream? You may not be wrong.

When I was a teenager I converted to Christianity. I was so convinced that there was a God and Jesus was His son, I went around trying to convert others as well - to "save" them. If someone were to ask me: "save us from what?" I would immediately answer "why, the Devil of course!". So why do we believe? The answer is simple: fear of death.