There are two channels on life’s TV. On one plays a fantasy; the other is real life.
The fantasy is a world that imagines itself to be its own truth, where nothing is of intrinsic value and everything functions by the rules of chance and necessity.
In this world, you are nothing more than another background or shadow, an extra in a plotless movie, a disposable prop for a five-second set.
In this world, life may be prosperous. Or disastrous. Whatever the scene demands, so you shall be given. Until it is time for the next scene to begin.
The real life is a world in which you stand face to face before the Director of this grand drama. But your story is not this drama. It is this intimate relationship of yours with the Director.
All things may change—the props, the backgrounds, the actors, even the play itself—but this is forever. It is truth.