Fine, none of my ideas was accepted. So in this case I don't owe anybody anything. Not even to Sarah.
I take it I will just be by myself, rambling about my life while setting the course for the next 18 years.
When my time comes, I just go. No extra baggage. For all you know, it is part of mental illness.
Just like John Nash.
If that is the case, none of what happened to me is true. Not even the white wolf in Kenyir? It can't be. Here is a gem that I picked up today:
“Everything you can imagine is real.”
– Pablo Picasso
I didn't imagine the white wolf. It was real!
Therefore I am not going to convince you of any of the epiphanies. I just live my own fantasy.
Anyway, nothing that happened to me matters to others. I am an odd case. I am spiritual and yet I am scientific.
One odd thing that happened in the Van Gogh Alive was my photo was not registered in their camera. Lizzie and Mopey came out clearly.
These are karomah. Either that or it is human intervention like the 7:7 occurrences. Either way, I am damn confident that I am God.
Say what you like, but I have very strong reason to believe that I am the Golden Apple from the Golden Apple Tree because I also bear the Golden Apple Seeds.
I mean, look. This is my statement of beliefs SUPPORTED by evidence.
In this Blog my words are sacred.
So what more can I ask? I can think as I please, I can do as I please and I can say as I please.
So this is what it's like to listen to classical.
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