The
mind fails to truly
differentiate between
actuality and
imagination.
Truth exists for only a mere moment, after that, it becomes memory, and begins to change, to distort, to become enriched, based on where it lies. Details fade, and wishes take their places, and slowly, it becomes more fiction than fact.
The line is little more than a clouds, concrete and clear in one moment, blurring, bending, fading, twisting in the next, never to return. But it is not this line that is important.