Everywhere in my brainhouse is me, except for you because you disagree. The roar of a car roars quickly by my peripheral pick-up zone. The car itself, however, is veiled by the wall, protecting my eyes from the street. The wall is what emitted the sound, my brain is what presents to me it's sociological origin. These words you read did not come from Chris Arnett, they emerged from your computer screen. The universe is composed of things in different places and this is being interpreted by us. Our minds are what makes a spider-web out of what we perceive.
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