Have you ever had a feeling of reality’s primacy? Of our reality’s primacy? Like we are an average of all possibility, not just one of many?
I’ve read that there are more ways of re-arranging a deck of cards than there are atoms composing the earth.
A deck can be shuffled many ways but there is always one card on top.
But in our ‘deck’ the underlying cards inform the condition of the top card. Like an error checking bit. A card that encapsulates the whole hand of that deck.
The top trump.
Just leaving this here for later.
And so, to sleep.
