They are all around, we live with them, blinded by their duality, struggling to truly grasp their meaning. Our beliefs and our thoughts, from the most distant past, to the light of today and beyond, are ever changing, here one moment, gone the next, yet always capturing our attention and leading us on a merry dance in search of what is real. These beliefs define and drive who we are and invisibly condition our being. Maybe the idea of Who I Am is an illusion, maybe it is life itself that is the grandest illusion of all.
The dragonfly, with its almost magical colours and movement, seems to defy reality, and symbolise the fleeting nature of illusions, the transience of the things we give credence to, and try to hold close but which will always slip from our grasp.