Which side of the mirror are you on? The one with free will or the one with the illusion of free will?
It is an undeveloped time when everybody is talking about politics and nobody is talking about the intrinsic mysteriousness of consciousness.
Are you ever really moving across space? Or is space moving as you are still, like walking on a treadmill? From a self-centered perspective, you are always here and in the now. What if you’re never truly going anywhere? What if there is nowhere to go?
Does this rock really exist? Or do the things surrounding the rock make the rock exist by contrast?