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So last night, Beryl, Justine and I had a nice conversation about the idea of identity and being while walking home. It was the theory that if I believe I exist as a physical being, how do I know if everything around me truly exists? How could I possibly distinguish between what is real and what is mearly thought? Are the people and things around me real? Could they be my own thoughts manifesting themselves in a reality of shear thought? As I said, the obvious answer from anyone who would be asked a question such as this would be that of course they were real. How could they not be real? However, how could I recognize that my brain was not making up the responses from those around me? They would tell me they are real only because if they were not, then my whole life would become unbalanced. How would I even comprehend all of it? In order to find balance and my bearings, they must be real. It would be illogical to believe otherwise. How could we be thoughts? Ideas that float through an imaginary space and time? How would you describe what is physcial in any case? I suppose you would tell me that your feelings, your love, your pain and your ability to touch things is what physical is. But are not feelings and sensations still manifestations of the brain? Does the brain not tell you what you are feeling? A mediator and translator of the matter around you? I will put it as simple as this: When you find the end of the black emptiness around us and you can go no further, where the walls are painted black and you realize that the stars are lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling, then perhaps you have found the end of our thoughts.