Have you ever considered the possibility that you, as in your

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Have you ever considered the possibility that you, as in your own object, never dies, but you, as in your verb, does? What do I mean by this? You may have died a million times already, but YOU, your mind and thought, do not experience the death, only a copy of body has while your mind and thought continue? I'm not going to go into details, but I've almost died once already, it's an unreal miracle that I didn't die two years ago, but deju has become unfathomably real, for things that were too real to have been in dreams prior. People are almost plastic, not in that they're cut outs, but rather in that they feel as if they have become characters in a show with the vast emotions expressed in situations. I can feel the hollowness of the world, this plastic globe, that is endless, but of vivid images rendered by my own mind. I feel that I am the seed in this garden, from which things grow, but what is the garden if I am the only seed?