I'm pretty certain at this point, that nothing is really real. Our minds are trapped in a simulation, in some type of server. We were trapped in here by the Eloheim. The little grey aliens. You can see one coming out of Satans head if you mirror the pope's throne room. I'm also pretty certain it was designed, specifically to kick my ass at every turn.
a Qlue?
Whoever you are… I think you're right.
High IQ post.
If you only knew the hours I've spent contemplating that very thing, anon…