WOW! This has been quite fascinating to catch up on!
Awesome topic!
Now, my first response is: I *KNOW* I'm a figment of my imagination.
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My serious response is that there are many valid points made here. Kind of the 'tree falling in the woods' type of discussion. Because we have capacity for rational thought, we are arrogant enough to believe we MUST be more than we are. I have had a recurring dream for YEARS! Ever since I was very young, that I am a peasant girl sleeping on a pallet in a big, stone house. I'm cold and dressed in rags. I open my eyes to see a huge wooden door, a darkened fireplace and morning light sifting in through the window high on the wall. I hear footsteps coming down the hallway and I'm terrified. I know something bad is coming for me. So - is THAT the illusion? Or am *I*, the one typing here, the illusion to escape a harsh reality?
Or do either of these people exist? Or do they all exist, but in different dimensions or planes of existence?
*OUCH* My brain!
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