There are two things. There is our existence, and there is any enlightenment which we may receive concerning it. It is easy to commingle and confuse the two. It may even be necessary.
Music:
"Relaxing Piano Music" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

Life 1.0 - A poem by Illya Leonov:
Into the rich maelstrom of twilight,
pour all the harsh realities of the day,
Tumbling as though in a ball mill
smoothing the edges of memory
so that they could be hammered the next morn into ploughshares.

We sleep through it, through the mill.
Diving deep into the rich slumber of nothingness
Where worlds more pregnant than those of the day
Yet weightless for all of their import
Carry us through the night.

Into this dark world we fall
As though into a dream tumbling
Awakening slowly through the years.
Shading our eyes from the sun
As though looking into it would make us blind

Occasionally, we will turn,
as if in sleep the more to rest each part of our existence
And look at the world from a different angle.
The dream looks different, but it is the same long dream of life
Place your cares in this pocket, now in that one
And stumble on in silence.

We clasp our dream even as we try in vain to escape its grasp
Believing the violability of the sun to be that of the dream.
Believing even that we could escape the dream and the sun
Before it abandons and escapes us.

There is no bartering, no reward, no pool of riches
There is only the dream and the sun
But into this stilted paradox of presence
there drifts the scent of reckless hopefulness
That there are other suns and other dreams.