You are in a room built out of your framework of the world. The beliefs you can describe make up the walls, and the beliefs you can’t make up the floor. The ceiling is a mishmash of memory, patterned like dreams.
Thanks for this masterpiece!
A new part of my brain acquired a name today, à la HPMoR. Thank you.
Thanks for this masterpiece!
A new part of my brain acquired a name today, à la HPMoR. Thank you.