I find myself walking on a wall, but this doesn't mean I can't make choices. I walk on a wall that is the limite between sanity and insanity. Curiously, in a way, sanity is insanity. And insanity is the real sanity, though misinterpreted.
Between justifiable crazy and the rejection of the "acceptable sanity" I walk on this wall that gets more and more narrow as I walk. Not sufficiently paradoxal, I see a stair and an elevator. After a long time walking up the stairs I reach the highest point I can perceive.
I look down and I see hundrends, thousands, millions of walls. Most of them look too big. I see also hundreds, thousands, milions of people!
Some adventure themselves on the wall, balancing on them as they get more narrow. Some people, though, rather get cozy on the grass, not knowing its an illusion. Do they refuse to climb the wall or maybe they don't even see it?
Suddendly I 'wake up'.. I feel so cozy.. fresh air.. green grass! Then I realize there's a wall in front of me and I remember it all. Is this another wall? Or did I stumble somewhere and I'm facing the same obstacle now?