This is allegory, all of it. Seeing we are nothing more than a sunset of thought. This reality you call fit to set the standard that is reality, did you not conjure it? Seeing reality is a thought my question to you is. Did you think of reality in your head, or is reality in your head. Is it like metal, to be shapen as the sword. Then what sets our realities asunder? My apocalypse to your Elysium. Simply asked as that produces your wounds and my tears, what then maketh it incarnate. Nothing, it matters not. Because, I would submit to you my friend, that you are surrounded by allegory. This is allegory, all of it.