The Proveable World

My soul opens its stars and looks around.
"Where am I?", I think, because, having no mouth of flesh, I can not speak.
"Do we have to ask?", a thought comes into my mind.
"We?", I ask.
"We are the provable world. What we, when we were fractured into I's by life called, among many other names, Heaven", says the thought or, perhaps, thinks the thought if thoughts can think.
"Heaven?", I think, "I'm in heaven?".
"We ARE Heaven", says the thought.
"But who are you?", I ask
"We are mind; a collective consciousness. We think therefore we are", says the thought.
"No, it's I", I think, "I think therefore I am".
"But that is what makes the Proveable world more real than the Dream of life", says the thought, "In life all that we could prove was that "I exist because I think" because the material world; the world of the 5 senses was unprovable and indistinguishable from a false reality but the Provable world is all mind; one mind; everything is thinking thus everything is".
And then, suddenly, I realise that I know the voice is real because the voice is me and I am the voice; we think and thus we know that we exist but our body is not a simple one of flesh and blood; it is the body of all that exists, with the eye of omniscience; we have no name but our life is eternity.