that all of this has happened before, and not just once but countless times, over and over again, a closed loop, and you are merely retracing steps you've already marked for eternity. You are living a memory, a memory that will never end.
In a sense this is already true: this moment, everything you are sensing now, is merely a memory your future self is accessing, somewhere further up ahead. Pre-determined. Nothing you do now in the "present" has any spontaneity; your future self is merely recounting it.
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