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There is a reality-translator built into me. It translates raw reality into the familiar time, space, things, people etc.

It's part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.

It's why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.

Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.

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