I'm not really here talking to you, you made me up. The same as I have from talking to you. Exist as one in the universe, their really isn't a universe & you know this, because you made it up, from the monitor your viewing at & the text, chair or home you are reading, sitting, or living in is all made up by you. You, your self determines if your rich, poor, how your day will go, how things will stay or be torn. Your your own god & this is your playground of illusion. Though the logic of things & the rules of engagement & process that creates a bubble of ignorance for you that makes it unaware. Maybe once the processes of you mind counts down & the death of need grows opens only then a new born awareness lies waiting in you, To that, other plans of existence will be known, known for none of this isn't 't really real at all.
Shut the hell up moron, you know nothing. If you were to lay off of the Lysurgic acid diaphlimide, you may be able to interpet and understand the world around you a bit better.
