Let's talk about feeling

In my dream my name was “thought.” I occupied the space of all at once. I was the sky on a clear day, as I stretched for miles and enveloped the space they occupied. I was the catalyst for love, joy, murder, rape, and treason. I saw the joy on young innocent souls and saw sadness in the faces of a nation rocked by the evil of its ruler. I helped prove the existence of beauty, and shame. I consumed the lives of many, but lived in the existence of all. I was a single force that tied cause and effect together satisfying the idea of action. I was the imperfection in one, but felt the excellence in all. The profits given to one that completed arduous labor gave me the impression that I will succeed. And to think I ventured into the souls of all, but remained in the mind of the adventurer. In my dreams my name is still “thought.”