I was bored in a country has been destroyed by modern society. I remember my first days at school, when I wore a brown dress and my friends and I were happy to play funny games such as "rezinochka" or "lapwa". And my life was the illusion of happiness. Then I grow up, and everybody told me that my childhood has been the most silly and fallacious perios of Russian history.
We create illusions and after that we cherish our delusions. If you'd like to demonstrate convincingly the fact that our life is real, you are likely to make a mistake.
Is it possible to be fallen in love with life if our life is our illusion?
thanks to genmu