Well, I guess the further down the proverbial rabbit hole we go, the more Real the Madd Hatter is experienced, and the less "recognized" our "stories" become.
As if overight, the need for contemplated explanations... the concern over being "Miss-UnderStood," or not seems superfluous. So, at this point in the game, I'll remember how I enjoy her silly expression when she demands, "Release the Crack-En!" I'll find and follow
the words that are only necessary for us to continue the best parts from here... together.
I was born Aware. Aware of "What?" Well, didn't have a clue. As for "Who?" "Why?" "When?" "Where?" "How...?" ... those were already played and laid "hands" of Destiny.
The "What" was what was cloaked in obtusity by most of my Wake Life, while my dreams took center stage.