Second Note to “Khyaal Angiz”

In a sense, if it weren’t such a beautiful dream and illusion, it wouldn’t manifest and translate into a beautiful poem and song that actually reflects real life and actual reality. A beautiful, real, true delusion or illusion stemming from a subjective mind and an imagination which you’re always one step ahead of and you can read accurately. A step ahead of it and can read it, even if it’s by just a millisecond. So it’s impressive. It’s real, but it ain’t real either. An artful and creative contradiction and paradox. But of course, the border or the line between imagination and reality doesn’t even really exist. Which then explains everything.