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I have had the thought many times, and each time it took my breath away: There may be nothing that exists outside the mind.
It is a simple statement, yet such a complex and loaded statement. Most people don't have the most remote idea of what it means; the masses, unaware, uninformed and driven like sheep in all directions. (I find recently I have been preferring to call such individuals "trolls" as it seems more fitting; however, I am not sure what I mean by that exactly!)
Luckily, I am familar with a group of individuals who are quite the opposite of the large quantities of trollomites that infest society. Perhaps they understand the statement all too well and they often tend to speak of nothing else. Of course, if everything truly does exist only on the limited space of what we believe we know to be our minds, then what better to discuss than the only thing that may only truly exist?
Regardless, I find their company more tolerable, acceptable as they can at least carry on a conversation. That is, if they exist outside of my mind. Damn; maybe I am just residual electrical impulses within someone else's mind and am no mind of my own.
Son of a bitch.
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