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That fear that reality will consume you, change you inalterably, into a monster. You feel that guise of preferable visions slipping, your hands tied, nothing to hide you from that inexplicable horror. You're afraid of your capacity to hurt, the animal you'd become. You made me feel cold with anxiety, but i was not afraid. curiosity. do you know what's out there? that painful reality? Could it really be that bad? My perception is different from yours. I am not afraid. I may be stupid, I may be blissfully unaware. But no, I am not. I will always be unaware of everything out there. But I wont turn my back on the possibilities. How does reality impact each of us differently? There is no collective reality, besides what is purely physical. That is all i see and it calms my mind. Who knows what will be, what could, what has? Recycled emotions. The way you feel now, other people have felt it too. You're not alone. I'm rooted in my reality and i haven't perceived yours, save for the odd insight. I've glimpsed so many realities but yours is the one I've come to admire and love. It scares me, but though we're afraid of the unknown we are drawn to it. We need to capture, catalog and explain it all away. We give everything we feel titles to know other people have been here before. Our depressions, our mental diseases are nothing new, nothing special in the grand scheme of things, but to us it's everything.

You're so unlike anyone I've ever met before. I don't know how I understand you the way I do. I could understand anything, but it would be understood in terms of my own way, in relation to my reality. Maybe i don't get it. But there's no way to prove it. You can't prove anything. Take it out on faith that your words wont be in vain. Don't back down. There's no easy way out. You have an aura of strength about you, You have been faced with so much. But you have this inexplicable understanding of everything, this elloquence, as if you've come to terms with it.

maybe you can only love what you know. but because you figure you can't really know anything, you have trouble loving it.

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