"What if," the dreamer pondered, "I am not so much a human being, but a trans-dimensional being of incomprehensible power who has fashioned these unimaginably capable capacities to answer the question, 'what is it like to be a human?'"

We would be 'trapped' from insight to this grander nature of ours (much like Scientologists affirm), forbidden to see 'up the ladder' towards insights of our being exclusive to the nature of human experience.  Let's flash forward, and remember: this is all for absurdities sake!

At the trans-dimensional office water cooler on Monday morning... "When not functioning as the ubiquitous holographic entity which I have now returned to recognize myself to be, I traveled along a fine prismatic ray of dynamic being to find myself at one point of being human."  Then, to our shock & humor (as though discovering a colleague who is a fan of the same television show you devoted your weekend to), the nexus of activity which may be related to a co-worker remarks to us, "No kidding!  I was a human too!"

Those of other tastes and whimsies, during 'time off', undulating to and from this underlying state (the paper beneath the varied pencil sketches writ upon it's surface), may have chosen internal existences as other entities: to  function as subject in form of lemur, wind, electron, squid, mote of dust, triangle (or any other mathematical construct, such as cognitively impossible 'squared circles' and 'open loops').  There is something to be gained through conversation with any of these entities, returned they are from insights yet delivered to our own experiences, though we now engage with another so familiarized with being human as ourselves.

"I had a mother & absent father."

"I had a mother & father who beat me."

"I experienced love, loss, joy, fear and debt."

"As did I, as well as ambition, perseverance, triumph and failure."

"As did I, as well as behold wonder at sunrise & sunset, search for meaning amidst the stars & obscured my uncertainties with faith."

"I craved the satiation of faith, so troubling were the uncertainties abound, but could not find greater beauty in religion than the world in it's grandiosity."

"I feared science, and clung to faith."

"I denigrated the faithful, and clung to empiricism, nettled by things I could not know."

"I could not know, despite my faith, the splendor of full existence, seeing it burgeon forth continually into ever new directions."

"Nor could I, with all the tools of science, ameliorate myself of all uncertainty."

"I imagine, we have both loved, feared to express love, and caused great harm through it."

"If there is a more harmful act than Humanity's fear of expressing love- love for one's self, love for environment, love for each other & love for love's sake- my experience as a human was not sufficient to enlighten me."

"Lovely insight to have brought back here, which my all-too-human experience opines as well."

"Well, nice talking with you, but back to work we must go.  What may you do when free next weekend?  That prism's tale of it's time as a black hole's event-horizon intrigues indeed.  I wonder what it would be like, to so be the dividing line between that human world of observation and..."

Everything else.

No matter who we are, our awareness into the full nature of things is limited.  We are uncertain whether our world views correctly reflect the world, despite our feelings.  The tenets of  Scientologisty, edifying as the above fable may be to, Protestantism, Hindism, or Norse mythology may be 'the' story, though none of us can be certain.

Different as we may be, in language, custom or even period of time, each human shares so much with each other human it is a fools game to do anything other than appreciate our experience's capacity to relate to, and express love for, another.