Life is a play, a story on a stage. All is metaphor. A part but only in their “actuality”.
Help! I am, in my reality, a simile for Reality. A smile like a simile in fields of experience, syntax-ed semantic expression of particles entangled with other similes, in displacement and association, delivery and identification, parts within our reality, of conscious experience and self witnessed, in their actuality – occupying space, emanating from our whole being, through his or her brain and spine, as parts of our whole who is of Reality.