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Stepping behind the curtain
I look back, and...
The curtain is gone
Yet, here I still stand
My illusionary self
Wondering if I am
Just a ghost in the machine
Or, is the machine itself
Just another ghost?
Either way, from where
I stand, I stand on something
Though I may just be
Part of an emergent reality -
Emerging from the amplituhedron?
From my reality
I am very solid and real
Though an atom is mostly
Empty space, it does not follow
That solidarity is an illusion - Kick the damn chair! It depends on where you stand -
(On a hypersphere..?)
Ah, back to standing...
So, here I am, an atom
Out to prove that
I am an illusion --
Let me ask Buddha