The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

what if dreaming is our natural state, and we only wake to collect information for our dreams.

if we were to fully devote our bodies, minds, and consciousness to dreaming, how far would it go? we could essentially reach a new plain of existence were we here in these bodies are sleeping, but an entire universe of endless possibilities, happening right in our head.

that could be the way we reach some of these scientific feats that we all seem to want. we could connect to many other things. that could be the way we connect to extra-terrestrial, and even spirits of the dead.

dreaming is something that humans take for ranted, when really, it could be the key to the universe.

utah hope this

i believe a   because i took this test last month