It’s part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.
It’s why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.
Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.
We all have a reality translator in our heads.
It’s called our own perception and biases.
3. The true world–unattainable, indemonstrable, unpromisable; but the very thought of it–a consolation, an obligation, an imperative. (At bottom, the old sun, but seen through mist and skepticism. The idea has become elusive, pale, Nordic, Königsbergian.)
Is this from something?
it’s Nietzsche. Use your google powers.
Now everyone reading the thread, who, like me, didn’t know, knows :)
and supposedly the afterlife
I’ve got some bad news for you.
You have no news, just like everyone else.
