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reality is 010010111000101

we're all standing on the edge of reality,

millimeters from the precarious cliff of horrible,

beautiful truth.

the glow of our iPhones, tablets, flat screen TVs, etc

illuminating our placid faces.

ignorance is bliss, they say.

wake up!

wake up,

and turn off your alarm,

and flip on the news;

start your coffee brewer.

we depend on the technology.

we live in the the technology.

we live in a computer.

you are not real

and neither am i

but we aren't dead either.

if we can think,

we can exist,

right?

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haley-8
Published
Jan 20, 2014
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basing this off an existential crisis discussion

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