Here

You are here in the light for a moment, the rest is illusion, the persuasive phenomenon of time. The moment stretches across years, decades of distinct days. Everyone is faked out by the slow physics of the present, you're not alone, mass maya is ubiquitous. You're a wisp of fragile existence, from womb born to airborne, thru random hours  of grief and mirth, one wind gust back to the earth.