Chapter Nineteen

Where Ya Been All My Life?

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“Time and space might be fake frameworks for constructing concepts. Just scaffolds required for what passes as consciousness which is just 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’s what we think anyway. But measurements of what? We don’t know. Just deluding illusions making us think what we think we are.”

“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 just 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’s what we think anyway. But measurements of what? We don’t know. Just deluding illusions making us think what we think we are.”

“Which are?”