What if…?

What if we were only a dream in the mind of a mad man?

All our fears, all our hopes, all our sad memories and all our existence would signify nothing once he wakes up.

How fragile and meaningless would our lives and loves be… how minuscule and pathetic would our experiences and decisions be when we cease to be once he comes back to reality.

Then, what we hold as the TRUTH would only be another fruit of someone else’s imagination.

Style is not at all an embellishment as certain people think, it is not even a matter of technique, it is — like colour with painters — a quality of vision, the revelation of the private universe that each one of us can see and which others cannot see. The pleasure an artist affords us is to introduce us to one universe the more.

Marcel Proust