What about these voices sounding outside the window makes them illusionary?
What about these colors qualify them as abstract?
If they are real, does that fact make the stories false, strip the stories down to lies?
The stories were created to entertain, created in one's mind as an escape route from the true reality of their own thoughts; denial, inqusition, selfishness.
Nothing can be real, with the exception of what exists in the mind.
So the tangible, visual, auditory, illusions become real, and that leaves what substance left of the stories? And the minds the stories came from. Does this discredit the truth inside the storytellers own mind? And, where does that put truth? Back down, stripped bare in the overly willed scent of garbage?
Why does truth have to be yours, and why must you discredit mine?
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