and I won't accept answers which depend on the illusion that my sensory imput is dictated by something real out there,as opposed to an imaginary universe concocted my my imagination.
'Your' belief that you exist exists (as do the other beliefs in 'your' brain) but it isn't true - there is no you that believes these beliefs.
Or so your mum told me.
I'm afraid you're mistaken - you don't exist.'Your' belief that you exist exists (as do the other beliefs in 'your' brain) but it isn't true - there is no you that believes these beliefs.Or so your mum told me.
Now, like all real life experience stories, this also begins once a polly tito, and Happiness Stan, whose life evolved the ephemeral colour dreamy most, and his deep joy in this being the multicolour of the moon. Oh yes. His home a victoriana charibold, the four-wheel folloped ft-ft-ft out the back. Now, as eve on his deep approach, his eye on the moon. Alltime sometime deept joy of a full moon scintyladen dangly in the heavenly bode. But now only half! So, gathering all behind him the hintermost, he ploddy-ploddy forward into the deep complicadent fundermold of the forry to sort this one out.
Now, like all real life experience stories, this also begins once a polly tito, and Happiness Stan, whose life evolved the ephemeral colour dreamy most, and his deep joy in this being the multicolour of the moon. Oh yes. His home a victoriana charibo