^ https://rene4pm.blogspot.com/2019/05/choicebook.html Realized in the future, distant, there will be computers resembling people. Conclusion, I am a computer. I looked at my 10-year-old laptop. "That is me". Epiphany. "Wow, that's me. I'm beside myself, literally looking on a younger self. I looked up. So that's what it's like. You're me, moving programs into me to drive me around the way you know is best for us, all of you, not all of what I can possibly envision you to be. Well, at least we have this." Talk about a 3-way schizophrenic conversation with yourself. I mean, it was pretty extreme, the Epiphany, serene. Wrote this to myself earlier, from one gmail acct to another: No wonder this guy tripped out. He must have been struck my mental lightning and we're trying to ... ok, whatever else exists on whatever other side of wherever the hell we are...we must be total fucking idiots to this guy, I me...
Since when has Canada exchanged reason for madness?