Countless bubble worlds are invading

[identity]

As some biological paste adheres to a rotating rock in the universe, humans can be defined as animals that deliberately harbour countless, incredibly speculative reference systems. In our thinking, this huge stage makes us the only animal that can quickly and consciously program and counter-program to achieve a wide range of goals and group objectives. There are dozens of movies in the human mind that go far beyond the functional needs of any food and shelter. The fact that prisoners escaped from the second moment was related to the facts. Their pre-death thoughts were still nonsense as usual, and there were still countless clones and sci-fi adventures. The infinite image stream, which has neither life nor death, is a matrix display that is more interesting than a sacred game or evolution.

With such a mask, it seems that these purely organized forms are waiting for hunters or buyers to be captured or purchased. Once installed, they can usually mimic the complete hologram of real life reactions. Whether it is psychological phenomena, movie screens, commercial advertising or quasi-religious overall design, no animal other than the human being needs such a large amount of structured manual input. Somehow, this crazy flow is crucial. Everything is obtained from it. People who have no fantasies or such a short state are really dead. Every moment of perception, countless bubble worlds are invading. Rationalization and integration into this quantum bubble has become the most interesting and powerful fantasy.

Many people without these infinite horizons are falling into depression, collapse and suicide. In this sense, people are metaphorical factories. Science and entertainment are the main basic sources of garbage, and they are powerful narcotics that can help this psychological production process. The input of the images they need, the system of beliefs they rotate, and the partial solutions they produce, have little material substance, but they constitute the basic chain of existence, which means disease and health, victory or disaster.

[Belligerent Savant]

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Excellent stuff, identity; a welcome change of pace.

Calls to mind a member of yesteryear, one of similar striking prose:

It can be argued that no society has ever been, or ever will be, able to distinguish between reality and illusion. The American breakdown is merely another act in the ongoing historical drama of collapsing empires. It is a characteristic of American exceptionalism that we view our own predicament as the fulcrum upon which the very narrative of reality pivots: our decline somehow represents a catastrophic failure of cosmic proportions, and as a result nothing will ever rise up again to match our unique greatness. But that's simply an illusion, of course. We are players in a collective choreography of evolutionary transformation. The American rictus dance is a sacred movement, a constellation of fear that mimics the progression of the stars across the sky, through a precession of emotional equinoxes. Many people are sensing a temporal resonance, but can only express it as confused and inarticulate anxiety and fear. Perhaps that is what Hedges means when he refers to "psychosis". The technologies of distraction that Americans rely on to escape the pain of their contracting hopes and dreams are not the new inventions of a newer devil: every age has its outlandish spectacles and gaudy circuses, and the Luciferic and Ahrimanic impulses with all their devilish designs have always been latent in every tool and instrument devised by man. The show must go on, it's called Maya, and the Catherine wheel upon which our lives are always turning is the very engine of creation. Sometimes it's too much to bear and kills us; other times it is an unspeakable beauty that elevates us into an ego-destroying ecstasy that retrieves us from the ongoing crucifixion that is individual suffering.