Everyone’s thoughts and beliefs and, even deeper, knowledge is their own reality;

This is why mothers pray for their sons to have beaten the odds to come back from the war;

Even when the last battle has already been fought and the survivors already decided.

And so, there must most certainly be different realities;

Different lives that are lived, and different points of view;

What you see is not what someone else sees.

In other words, these realities must certainly coexist and run along side each other;

For neither the belief of the individual, or the belief of the majority is the truth;

For there is no truth, merely thoughts and beliefs and knowledge.

And yet, someday, these different realities will at some point meet;

When the very fabric of the universe decays and the laws and rules of life blur;

And the realities will no longer be separate, but will combine and form the Truth.

But the Truth will be made up of not what the majority thinks of as the Truth;

Instead, it shall be made up of thoughts and belief and knowledge, and of what is still more covert;

Of dreams, of fantasies, of wishes and hopes.

And at the time that everything that mankind has ever dreamed or created dances among the clouds;

At the time when the universe begins its gradual but inexorable collapse into insanity, and still deeper, darkness;

That shall truly be the Time Of Legends.