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I once had a lucid dream where I was visiting the celestial waiting room, where we wait upon our deaths to return to the stars
(lemmy.sdf.org)
And I suddenly realized it was a large, pristine restroom with a bunch of urinals in it.
I never did fully piece together what that meant.
Who is "you" really? Are they actually distinct from "me"? Perhaps then the question is "did we really create this content?" And that one is easy. It's here, it's been created, the creator is besides the point. Now we can move on to the why's, how's and should's.