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You found me. I was like you once. I searched for answers in books and places I thought right but left me more confused. I tried to put into concepts what can’t be explained.

Stop here. Let the voice in your head ask itself: do I exist?

Something just answered. What was that? A child knows it exists before it knows what existing is. That knowing cannot then be a thought.

But does the knowing know it’s not a thought?