The fabricated structure that binds and twines us into life as we know it is invisible to the naked eye, but always present for those who wish to see. Fiction can be compared to one’s daydreams, fables constructed by the minds of what is known as a human being, We are not able to create a story that our minds have not yet witnessed, or so we have been told. But what if those stories are pillars of our existence and we are simply remembering the truth that has been washed out of our conscious minds, imagination labeled as mere fiction, covering up the constructed illusion that we perceive as our reality. If we can erase what has been instilled, we can see that we are not animals that are meant to be tamed, but rather energy that is found in every particle of this universe, abundant and free to roam, think, live, breathe; we are whatever we choose to be and in order for us to experience at our highest potential we must realize we are as real as the truth that we seek, forever expanding in this web of subconscious perception.