Fantasies are pathways to pleasure.
Simply the paths we take to peace.
Paths we take to joy.
Like the path of lightning through the air.
The path of least resistance.
Connect the dots.
As a fleeting dream, a flash, a blink.
For a loud, thunderous pause, you blank.
By a long, ponderous thought, the brink.
A glimpse at something brilliant, blinding, breathtaking.
Unexpected, yet anticipated.
An impossible sensation.
Yet accomplished by neurons and synapses.
Trained by rewards, pain, and fear.
Guided by the soul, the will, emotions.
// spirit == identity