What an invisible fortress; the windmills of reality?
If, in each mind, reality drafts its own architect,
Experiences, core values, personal constructs:
What then is the common thread pulling “reality.”
Is the cup of life the same for one and all? Not really.
If each person is unique; Are there billions of realities?
If not, what then is reality’s common ground, its ally –
An ally which testifies, “Reality buds from a single vine.”
Perhaps, Time is that ally; chanting daily the same lines:
‘Do not all drink from the same pail at time’s water clock?
Is the same twenty four hours poured in each rucksack?’
Then, perhaps, reality’s common adhesive is Time’s shellac.