Lala land

Not really so much a story as a thesis for the start of one... I've got a foggy outline for one though with it

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Lala land

Is it possible that whatever we imagine; whatever we create is in itself a single sentient soul living in some timeless reality that we ourselves have created, have fashioned the very building block of through our imagination? would each of these creations have a life, voice, purpose,-even a destiny- of it's own in this plane of existence.

in a sense every person governs his own world. he, the creator, created it and so he can control it by what he, unwittingly, thrusts into it to fend for itself. how does the creation feel, though? would it resent the creator? hate him? or accept his plight and strive to find a place where it truly belongs,somewhere to call home, or at the very least some existence that it can truly say belongs to it.

these "worlds" would carry on with their inhabitants in their own courses as if a completely different reality. of course these realities will have rules, laws even, that govern them as there always are, but these rules could be bent, even broken.

if someone stumbled into your world What would they see? What would you?

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The Revig