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December 16, 2002
The absurd concept of being inside an experiment, where you are the chisel and I am the block, collectively we make some other, and something else, and then beyond that I'm certain that there is more... You keep relying on the numbers, I frown at the thought, you need to have proof, I say that if you were to walk into an inverted day I'm sure you wouldn't be asking for proof, so why proof? I say the little mouse that has just urinated on your hand will one day prove to you that you are also on a hand.