it was one thing for me to work backwards from the storyline of angela - to cut through the identity and see that i wasn't real.
it's another thing entirely to recognize if there really is no me then there is no one else in the whole world behind all the busy-ness and faces and storylines, to recognize that i cannot know anything for sure based upon these simple five senses as my incoming information, and extrapolated from these recognitions - to see that the whole world, as i have taken it to be for my entire 34 years, is not real. not in the slightest. not at all.
none of this is real.
weird.
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the world as it is, discovered each moment, as all it was thought to be crumbles away....
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