I could be dead...

There are dead people who build their world up just as it is here down to the last tiny detail, and scoff at people who speak of life after death, and bang their imaginary fists on their imaginary table and say that they will only believe it if they can see/feel it. What is the difference between that and me? I could be dead, and imagined this whole place to deny the fact. I happen to believe in life after death, but still it could happen right? Where does this world end and that one begin. Hell, does this or that world even exist objectively, does anything? I could be god, making this up as I go. None of this is real anyway, but then what is real, or why do we feel the need to know what is real and what isn't? Why do we feel the need to know anything, damn you fear of the unknown! I want to be ok with not knowing.

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