“Doubt. Doubt thyself. Doubt even if thou doubtest thyself. Doubt all. Doubt even if thou doubtest all.” -E.A. Crowley I remember once about thirty one years ago, I was a child of about five years old. I was walking through the front yard of my house which happened to be a large enough forest to hide my house from the road. It was a thick forest of oak, maple and birch; I remember trudging my way through a thick undergrowth of ferns, and I remember having a life shaking experience which continues to influence my thought and identity to this day. I can recall a spontaneous feeling of deja vu creeping over me, a feeling that I always had while dreaming and then realizing that I was in a dream. I had the sudden experience that I was not truly where I thought I was, and that my sense experiences were but a dream in my mind. At first I was utterly terrified as that would mean all who I took myself to be and all the people whom I loved were not real. As I
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