what i see

I see a world, spinning in front of me,
people engaged in action, in being free, in being right,
but behind closed doors, stories change,
they get deeper, more effective, more real,

We are all humans, making our way through this world the only way we know how:

to survive.

Survival so critical, so crucial, so different from you to me, from here to there...
Survival necessary, survival meaning something magnificantly altered for each of us, the meaning to equal the outcome.

We are operating on a level of existance that includes souls from other places and worlds. What is the difference between the living and the dead? Only that they are physical? But how do we know we are physical? That we can see, touch, feel in our hearts, what it is that makes us begin another day?

And after you no longer have that choice, after you have died physically...

what is left then?