Yeah it’s all a weird cycle. I call it the great cosmic lottery. One man’s nightmare is being obsessed with the number two, while another man is convinced that the FBI is stalking him.
I suppose in spite of all the heebie jeebies we experience, the most important question is how do we help each other out?
In spite of my armchair philosophy, I find comfort in some metaphysics.
For me, I’m stuck up on that all this is a simulation. And humans are the lowest form and when we die we go to the next level of those in control and so on until you reach the level of the “gods”.
Lately I have realized that some people’s delusions are worse than others. I have fairly benign delusions which sometimes help me. I guess I am lucky for someone with sz. Also, I have always taken medication.