I'm jealous of the dream i think you have Foolish me pining for an image cast Upon you in me without your permission Or corroboration. Bare subtle bones of Mind fast dancing for flesh quicker than Awareness can see or stop. Body form built Of thoughts inner sense sations manifest. So much habit. How much volition free Will born? We don't know how to quantify The souls measure or measure the makings Of the soul. ****** equations yet to be Discovered. Said and done are not one And rifts of brain separate them. You And others like you? mythology 101