His own twisted game...

Today someone told me that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, that there is no such thing as death and that life is only a dream, with us being the imagination of ourselves. He looked me straight in the eyes and explained to me that as our journey unfolds, we will all inevitably mess up, stumble and fall. We will hold on when we should have let go. We will walk away when we should have run. We will go when we should have stayed and we will hurt others when we should have loved. He tried to comfort me, though. He said that despite it all, the universe forgives. It forgets, and best of all ... it restores.