oh, how what I call life is a story
what I call memory is a story i told myself
How I remember an event that happened when I was 12 years old
so vividly like yesterday
when I joked about someone's appearance and was confronted by her
it is imprinted and impressed deeply in my mind
it may not be what happened
she may not remember it any more
what matters is that I still believe it
I believe something because I choose to or because I have never question it
I confabulate and tell myself something
Others tell me something
that imply TRUTH (simple present tense)
I believe what is true
the question is that is it really true?
how mind convert encode and decode language into image
between language and mentalese...
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few persons nearest us. - Einstein
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