Illusions

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Reading Bach these days, the attitude towards things is continuously changing. For once I understand what "this life is an illusion still real" means. And here it gives solace that things that go around is just what I wish them to appear, all illusion, while what I see then is the reality. However its all upto me to change the movie running in front of me as I wish it to appear, and then I may sit back watching my own creation. Still there are things I dont understand, like changing the previous scenes of the "movie", how can I go back in time and make a change??

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