It's like a funhouse.
"It was a dark night, and I couldn't see"
Such a fascinating band. Why am I so damn obsessed with Arcturus? Is it because their band name happens to be a reference for the star in the bible, is it the music, the lyrics, the vocalist (it could easily be the vocalist).
Anyways though, the point of insanity is to get where you're going faster. Regardless of how long it takes. It could take twenty years, but as long as YOU got there faster no matter. We fell so quickly into arms that held us limply, that we forgot that we were dead. I guess it's finally time to explain the name.
Wooden reality, implying that a wooden boy, myself, views himself as reality. Afterall, who is to determine what is real and what isn't? I am not soon to judge any on their perception of existance. Despite the fact it may suck. But anyways. Think Pinnochio. And think Pinnochio's constant quest to be a "real boy" Well screw his quest. He was already real. And honestly, he was different. No strings on him. Not on his wooden heart. Unlike the strings that are fastened to the hearts of all real boys, and they are pulled along like sad little puppies, forgetting that they are strong.
I beseech you knowledgeable one, to recognise that you are too the dead. The dead which live, and the dead which do not die. For everything you are, lies wholly within everything you have done. In every flower that you have stepped on your presence resonates days after. The flower when it wilts in winter, will not laugh at its misfortune, but think that death is sweeter than the bitter draught of painful life. So be dead, and wooden, and be joyous that you are not flesh and blood. For your flesh, and your blood will eventually dry and fade away. Alas, man has too often lived to remember what death is like.