On the wings of dreams

The universe sent me an email today. Here's what he said:

You know what makes the darkest of times bearable, Muby?Remembering that it's all illusions, in a dreamed-up world, where angels earn their wings, thoughts dress up as things, and that "somewhere back home," you lie safely in bed, in the palm of my hand, snuggled up tight with some big, fluffy stuffed animal.
Nice wings,
The Universe
P.S. I do love watching you sleep Muby

Don't that make you wanna go 'yeehah', click your heels, and do a little jig of joy, while you breathe a sigh of relief. And your heart tells your head that it knew all along that you'd be just fine. That flowers grow for a reason. The grass is green to your eyes only. The trees stand tall and proud, sheltering you with their love. And the universe, in all his michevious glory, does indeed hold your hand every night, while you're in la-la land.