a diary submerged in ghostfire

"'You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks -- in a word, that they are a dream, and you are the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

     'It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream -- a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought -- a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!'

     He vanished, and left me appalled; for I know, and realized, that all he had said was true." - The Mysterious Stranger, Mark Twain