No matter where you go, everyone's connected.

People only have substance within the memories of
other people. And that's why there were all kinds
of mess. There weren't a lot of mes per se, I was just
inside all sorts of people, that's all.

The physical body exists at a less evolved
plane only to verify one's existence in the
universe.

Are you really, truly my mother?

Are you?

There was no reason for me to stay in
the real world any longer. In the real
world, it didn't matter if I was there
or not. When I realized that, I was no
longer afraid of losing my body.

The border between the two
isn't all that clear. I'll be able
to enter it
soon. In full range. Full motion.
I'll translate myself into it.

Why? Why did you die?

God is here.