If this light shines across this table than I am alive. I open my eyes. It shines. Brightly. I wish it were unplugged occasionally. But wishes are figments. Just lies in your own fantasy. A way to make all your wishes come true is to make them real as this light on this desk. This light illuminating the walls enabling me to write. Many live fantasy, not the dreaded dim reality. I respect my surroundings. That doesn't mean I like them but I respect them. They have never given back though. The fears of my mind live in both worlds. Reality and Fantasy.