Whoo boy. This is going into the territory where I ask myself :
"Is any of this really happening, or am I creating it with my mind? Is any of
this really external to me? Is it real? What is real? "
That is the point where I usually start shaking uncontrollably and
sobbing for my mother.
I come back to the same place time and again, which is:
Whatever this is, this is MY reality, and I create everything in it with
my thoughts, impressions, and feelings. Do that mean that none of it would
exist if I didn't? In same ways yes, and some no. The jury is still out on that
one for me. I have had some experiences that I simply cannot explain
so far, and these strongly suggest that none of this is quite what it seems.
