Like a dream, you are just me. The floor I walk is me. The air I breathe is me. Everyone I meet, everything I feel, is just me. Nothing is real except I.
I took about 10 hits of acid once and had a conversation with something that seemed to be “God” or a close approximation to it, and it told me something similar. It told me that everything is connected, that we’re all one, that we’re all of us different aspects of each other, or something like that. This was 20+ years ago and I was zonked out of my fucking head that night.
Does that mean that one of us isn’t real?
Like a dream, you are just me. The floor I walk is me. The air I breathe is me. Everyone I meet, everything I feel, is just me. Nothing is real except I.
I took about 10 hits of acid once and had a conversation with something that seemed to be “God” or a close approximation to it, and it told me something similar. It told me that everything is connected, that we’re all one, that we’re all of us different aspects of each other, or something like that. This was 20+ years ago and I was zonked out of my fucking head that night.
I followed you (Egg Theory) right up until that last line.
Slash dot? The tech website is the only real thing?
So I’m still just having sex with myself? I should have known it was too good to be true.
We’re all only having sex with you