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I seem to remember the parable that the picture depicts was called something like Jesus and the many doves of Jerusalem.
Or you *think* you live in a reality where there was nothing before 1987 but all “your” memories could have been planted *for* you (rather than *by* you) Couldn’t resist a Matrix-style interpretationAbout that subjective nature of reality thing, I've been thinking, I actually probably should do a better job of protecting myself, because I'm the only known subject in the universe. If I go down, I probably inadvertently take out all this s*** with me.
Don't laugh, none of you can prove you were here before 1987. All you have are the objects and memories I planted.
Bless you!psychological rubber ducking.
How do you mean, what _I_ did there?I see what you did there.
I lost you there (no way, I was already lost). You mean most things are self-illuminated except precisely electric lights ? Does Edison know that ? I'm glad I almost never remember dreams.Another one I like to use is electric lights. They don't work well or at all in dreams. You see, in dreams, most things are self-illuminated, instead of being lit by rays of light. Makes it hard to change the lighting.
I mean, the lights can turn on, but just barely. The key thing is, they don't change the lighting of anything around them.