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by SadLuckDame » November 18th, 2009, 9:55 pm
Don't laugh at me,
but I think most of the time--that I'm the only only in this world.
I think others exist
but in their own world consciously unconsciously on another plane.
I sort of believe life's a huge joke, lesson, experience in my world here solely for me. Any I meet, birth, love, rid myself of are only a figment of my consciousness unconsciousness for the sake of my lesson, love, birthing, etc.
It's a trip. It's my trip.
They'll have their own individual trips in their own space in the galaxy.
I don't always think this way, but usually.
It started on my death bed. There was a ladder.
On each step was a face I knew, then after I thought of them they poofed. I cried a lot over it, and God explained they were merely a lifelong dream in a sense, purposely placed in my lifetime for such and such to nourish my soul or sour me up, to see what choices to follow, etc. I cried more.
And maybe, we all do share this world, but I still only have control of my own. We could all just be figments of our imaginations. I to yours too.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll