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. . . . . entries for 26.9.02 . . . . .
So we stumble through life, accepting things like space-time and what our senses provide us with for so long, then all of a sudden we're perplexed by it, and we question it. We think, "what if I AM a brain in a vat? What if someone's just writing a story of my life? What if I don't exist? How can I prove that I exist?" All of a sudden lately things seem paper-thin, like I could find a hole somewhere and peek into the true reality. But this whole thing, doesn't it seem strange? Life and viewpoints of all of these billions of people, of every living, breathing organism on the planet. It seems so much more likely that I'm being led through it, like a sheep in a herd. . . the brain in the vat is poked and prodded and it responds with what it thinks is going on. . . aaah! All right, I need to stop. Thinking too much gets me depressed.
[] . . . ees @ 5:27:00 PM
come home?
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