Hahaha! Silly! ;)
As if I had plastic surgery and don't recognize myself when I look in the mirror. Is that person in the mirror really me? Is that image truly a reflection of the one searching for existential confirmation, and is that one me? Am I then the one looking out there, perspectivally blinded to my own disposition?
Is that me there, in the mirror? How could I ever be 'there', when 'here' is decided by my own spatio-temporal location, my own eternal zero-point on the x-, y-, z- and t-axes?
Or, you know. Silly. Maybe its just silly. It's like, either or, but I'm unsure still.
Atom, you look like you ate one two many desserts this past week.
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