Claire de Lune by Edén Ochoa Iniesta
Missed Connections in Ithaca
Circle Back To The Beginning (Ethers Of Unreality)
I dreamed a dream in times gone by…
Woke with you in my heart, still, to this day.
All it seemed to say was go back to the beginning, where it all began-
If there is such a place.
I came to the only place I know.
For really, it began in the ethers- the nowhere land of virtual unreality…which is where it ended as well…
So into the ethers of unreality I return it- to you-
This heart, taken against my will…
This soul, upended, unbound, ever unforgetting…
This Being- bigger than and beyond both of us- in between the pages of my memories…
I sit, and drink my tea.
It is the entirely ordinary of our story that makes it so extraordinary.
It is the beginning that gives it an end. Again and again and again and again…
With each new reach into these ethers of unreality from which I have finally unbound myself, the end begins again.
And I am new and my soul is home. Here. In this never-ending ever-after, in-between unreality and what is real. My soul is unbound. There is no anywhere without you now.
Her Two Cents
Is the opposite of reality unreality or an alternate reality? Or is reality whatever we choose to make, and therefore has no opposite? On one level, we exist in the world of the living and breathing; but we also engage and interact with others on multiple levels through virtual and online realities. Is that realm of reality any different, at its essence, from any other? The sensations of joy and pain are not dependent on the immediate presence of flesh and blood, are they?
