Planes

Do we find ourselves traveling across planes of life or the perception of same through stormy skies protected by a shield of faux security on a journey that perhaps does not really exist? Or walking life’s red carpet up stairs of gold to an unknown and once arriving you really haven’t. Perhaps we are creatures of constant search seeking some solace, comfort, warmth, understanding, sense, purpose, hope and they are not real? If
not, what is? Look around. Ask your mind!