I am one that does not meet the eye. You look at me and I look at you and I see a copy. You say to me that we are unequal as I say the opposite. Until I learn your nature I don't know mine own, and until I see reality of existence I reject your answer. You need me as much as I need you. The world grants knowledge to preposterous copies of the same identical specimen. Though those specimen may look different; look deeper. We share the same structure no matter of skin or tone, or even DNA. If you say we are not copies, then how do you exist. I do not want wealth or fame, as should you. Imagine a world without you and I is seeing no world at all. The darkness does not exist as the same for light. Snap out of illusion and into reality for none know the power held within our bodies everyday. Look into my eyes and tell me that you know meditation, and I too know not. We are like gears in a door, and behind that door lays all secrets imaginable. We will never behold those secrets, for to be the beholder is to be the ultimate; there is none.  I leave with you a path of imagine; I don't expect you to follow. My mind is telling me to fear death; yet I don't. No sing person in this world can tell me that i don't make sense, for the mere fact that of sense is the biggest illusion of all. Sense is something that you understand and know is real, but nothing is ever truly real. Indeed you may have arms and a body, but hiving sense will never exist for no one will understand the concept of life unless you live in it's shoes. You may ask how you live in an imaginary pair of shoes; the answer is simple. I live in a era of understanding, learning from our ancestors. Knowledge leads to sense, yet also the illusion.