Such Void is Inexpressible

Despite being what it's, the dreamy world including the notion of me, my feelings and minds and consciousness, and this body, despite being the only means to reach out to the dreamy experience of infinity, namely the complete negation of such conceptual jumbles or minds or ideas of ours, wading through its quagmire, the repetition, the treadmill, holding on to a faint hope of 'better tomorrow', is really adventurous. For having such a split-second illumination on a so seldom basis, really, I think, even living is an adventure. So you can think you're a hero. Then, if tending to explore further down the meta-world as per one's endowed intuition, if you think you're doing more than just living, then don't forget that you're just dreaming.