Your first verse brings to mind some facts I had to learn to fully appreciate. My consciousness constituent (or personality if you will) knows next to nothing about the actual atomic realisms, or even metabolic actualities of my being in context. Sure we understand some of the rules that govern but the human enigma's identity crisis is in possession of no such wristwatch armed 'be here now'. So you might ask, are the conceptions of our mind actually real to us as intrinsically as we like to think they are?? Are we just sheltering ourselves "Beneath bittersweet bangs"?? Then again, of the fecundity of conjugal relations, I like to think they keep me young. It's not pretend fate to think they relieve. I like to romantic fidelity think it's not all empty promises though your probably right we're not going to come out of it unscathed.