Interesting thoughts,teejay.
I'm glad I knew my parents like they were.We didn't always see eye to eye,but on the whole we got along better than most,and my dreams of them are just they were.Or at least just how I remember them...I think all of our realities our tinted somewhat by our dreams.I do understand though,why some would prefer a dream to the reality of their relationship with their parents.
As to the other part though,I think we're better off not knowing.If we knew for sure why we were here,and what would happen next,so much of the mystery and romance of our lives would be gone.I have no doubt that alot of people wouldn't think this life was worth living if it wasn't leading them to another existence of some sort.Besides,I believe that the quest for knowledge and understanding are some of the greatest things the human race has going for it.History has shown that societies with rigid belief systems (they had all the answers,right?) tend to grow stagnate and eventually implode,in some way or another.I think the dream is what makes us what we are.
CB
Has to be my most listened to of all time.
