All levels of existence are equally real, since they only really take place in the human brain anyway. How can we know that we have interacted with a friend (or an enemy) without the processing of that experience through the brain? (How can the body act, the mouth move, without orders from the brain in the first place?) When we read a book the same processing occurs. Friend or book, it's all just the brain scanning data received.This is probably why Blake called the mind "the real man"; and I echo it.
Most of what goes on in the world called Real by those who have shut their eye to any other in no wise deepens your understanding, satisfies the spirit, alleviates the suffering of a heavenly consciousness yolked to the decaying bag of meat and bone that the body is. In the Real world we serve only the bag of meat. Dreaming and imagination, though, are portions of Eternity.
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