Pretending

I pretend. It's easier that way; pretend to think like everybody else so I don't have to explain what I mean by declaring that nobody real has ever been harmed, and we make the weather, along with everything we see. But "easy" is the same as hiding. "Easy" is the ego's way of keeping us convinced that we are bodies. Herein lies the split in our metaphysics. But the split isn't there. So goes the pretense.