For all I know, I am god, and I'm dreaming the universe, and when I wake up, it'll all end. Or maybe I'm just a man, having a psychedelic adventure, and I've accidentally tapped into the code matrix of all that is, and I'm winging it - throwing curve balls at the universe. Maybe still, I'm just a program in a cosmic machine - no more than a string made of 1's and 0's, leading to predetermined output.
The possibilities are as limitless as my mind, which may be all that exists, and everything else is a mere projection of that mind.
The possibilities are as limitless as my mind, which may be all that exists, and everything else is a mere projection of that mind.
