………Once the self made illusions are over, will we look down and see shoeless feet; spacious gaps between our hallux and long toes, unkept fros, as we dingle our feet from the tops of trees, fanning away bees, picking away fleas from our neighbor’s backs, could these be our facts, are our greatest achievements imaginary lies covering up lives stranger than mad max, our meditative powers would have to be all that, way pass anything you saw on Star Trek, everything from that gnat to them Lil girls playing Jax your mind has to keep intact, it would seem such an act couldn’t tolerate something as small as a cataract.