Is it possible that we think we are a certain story?
Is it possible that we just invent stories to help ourselves cope?
Is it possible that these stories are in a language in which our worldview conveniently falls within?
It’s increasingly becoming aware to me that we’ve artificially manufactured a world for our selves to live in that takes us away from what we really should be.
I’m not trying to tailspin you into an existential crisis, but there are just…