Where Ya Been All My Life?

Chapter Nineteen

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“Time and space might be fake frameworks for constructing concepts. Just scaffolds required for what passes as consciousness which is mostly a systematic set of strategies for patterning a separate self."

“Huh, Abe? Say what?”

“Dimensions. They’re just some basis for some quote unquote measurements–or words for other ways of seeing… of being. That could be what's what anyway. But measurements of...? We don’t know. Just deluding delusions making us think what we think we are.”

“Huh? Which are?”

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“Time and space might be fake frameworks for constructing concepts. Just scaffolds required for what passes as consciousness which is mostly a systematic set of strategies for patterning a separate self."

“Huh, Abe? Say what?”

“Dimensions. They’re just some basis for some quote unquote measurements–or words for other ways of seeing… of being. That could be what's what anyway. But measurements of...? We don’t know. Just deluding dilusions making us think what we think we are.”

“Huh? Which are?”