Thought space time .

There is no space. There is no way you can experience space. It is thought that creates it. Anything you say about space has no meaning. There is no way you can experience space at all. You can say there is no thought, there is no space, there is no matter, and there is no time. First, you create thought, then thought creates space, and then time is necessary to cover the distance, to experience the space, to capture it, and do something with it. So, then time comes in. But there is no time. The only time that is there is arbitrary. It is 11 p.m. here and 11 a.m. the next morning somewhere else. We are 12 hours behind. If you travel to or from China , you miss one day or you gain one day.

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Even what you have to say about it?

I've often wondered whether everything, except me, is just a figment of my imagination. There is surely no way I could ever prove it. All the people in the world, all the animals, all the trees and lakes and mountains and cars and newspapers and books and clouds and planets and aeroplanes and stars and galaxies and glaciers and computers and chairs and tables and carpets might all just be my imagination.

The French trying Joan of Arc in 1431 for wearing men's clothing and sentencing her to death by burning at the stake but, to this day, blaming it all on the English and even making Joan of Arc, who they sentenced to death, France's patron saint could just be an invention created by my imaginative imagination.

Though I know I exist because, as Descartes said, "I think, therefore I am." I cannot be a figment of my imagination because I must exist to think such a thing as "Is everything except me just a figment of my imagination?".

I don't think so, therefore I'm probably not.

I expect most thoughtful people have had that thought a few times. I rejected it on the grounds that if it were true that everything's a figment of my imagination, I'd have imagined much better outcomes for certain events in my life. There's gotta be at least one other person screwing things up for me. So maybe there are only two of us, you and me...