It’s part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.

It’s why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.

Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.

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    3. The true world–unattainable, indemonstrable, unpromisable; but the very thought of it–a consolation, an obligation, an imperative. (At bottom, the old sun, but seen through mist and skepticism. The idea has become elusive, pale, Nordic, Königsbergian.)