We are all aliens to ourselves and others we are all strangers in a new world. We come in knowing nothing. Seeing less, and leaving knowing less than that.

We all start off thinking we know everything, then reality sets in and we find out we know nothing. We think, that is it think.

We all think, or do we think we are thinking, and think we are thinking that.

All aliens, all not thinking we know nothing, and if we keep it up we become what we know.

Here are a few things I would like to see you prove:

Prove I am here writing this.
Prove I am not just part of your dream.
Prove you are not part of my dream.
Prove you are reading this.
Prove we are both not part of someone else's dream.

Aliens, MMMMM, are we aliens to everything? Do we know all we say we do? We don't even have the cure for the common cold. We know nothing. We are the unbecoming, we are aliens to everything. We are nothing. We are thoughts.

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