The illusion of remembering is both gratifying and devastating; moreover, so much is its pervasiveness that the existence of an extended insomnia is deceived with an illusion of life. And we wake up from the sleep to realize that the eternal sleep is not the illusion, rather its very cognizance is the precursor to the discovery of existentialism for every soul. But, the preponderance of illusion over realism, though seemingly a hyperbole on the outset, is the stimulation of our being and the quintessence of that ever criticized delusional divinity. Then, why we suffer from that need to be awakened from the illusion? The biological, that arrogant scientific answer is too polemical and becomes prostrate with impudence too soon; an illusion it casts in itself. May be we shall never arrive at a conclusion but the ramifications of the illusion throws our brevity and fragility on our face and shows how beguiling this greatest paradox probably is…..The illusion of the earthly virtues and the ever ephemeral rationale, the illusion of enigmatic belief…..the illusion that leads to the most mystic illusion – “the illusion of I”
