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I view the world as made up of information, all that exists are memories. Binary patterns. Even humans are in a sense no different from gifs, just more complex interactive gifs with internal feelings. But all memory can be duplicated, erased, and altered.
If one loves a memory? Doesn't that mean that in a sense what one loves doesn't exist? No longer exists? In the nothing, in the vacuum, only the body of truth exists, only mathematics, only integers, only ideas exist. The only thing self sustaining an independent of external validation, the truth.
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