#solip

You are omnipotent. You are omniscient. You are all-powerful. You make a wish quietly God, who is supposed to be you, but not in it’s fully, would give you some off times every now and then! You wish that you had more time, but it is too late. The blacksmith appears in front of you. “Hey, you’re not supposed to be in that world!” the Blacksmith yells at you. You say “can’t blame me eh?” “I shouldn’t have trusted you!” “You shouldn’t have given me a second chance.” “Oh well, live and learn.” He is quite right. You shouldn’t have given him another chance. Holgard was not there for you to peruse. Maybe because you apply your philosophy so softly. It is a shame, that you will never know. But the Blacksmith is quite right to be angry with you, as you should be angry with yourself. You perform the solipsism trick on the blacksmith. You realize that the Blacksmith is not human, and he shows signs. “What’s the point?” you think to yourself. “I already know the world is a fantasy for him.” SUDDENLY ALL THE COLORS IN THE WORLD INVERTED THEMSELVES! And then you see a very large book (or whatever it is, it was kinda hard to read or see anything unaccustomed to the light changing) on a table, right there in front of you. It is the omniscience book! “I can’t take this anymore!” you think to yourself. “This is no way to live! I have to read the book!” You attempt to pick it up. “Hey what are you doing!?” You ignore the whoever’s started talking. You pick up the book and another “Hey!” he chides along. You begin to read… After reading for a while, you are not sure of what happened. The book stops you from reading further. You battle against the resistance of the book. You continue to struggle against the book to finish reading. “The book won’t let me read more! Argh!” you think. You can poke holes through existence. While still struggling to open the book, you realize that you can poke holes through it. “I can poke holes through reality!” you think with a smile but then a frown. You make several holes appear in the book. You read the title of the book. You continue making holes until finally the book lets loose it’s title. “This is a spell book.” You think with a laugh. You turn to a random page, then stop reading. You say “OK so everything is even less real. Who straight up made this book any way?!” After thinking for a bit, you realize who made the book. “The Blacksmith!” you cry out and quickly turn to a different page and continue reading. Now the book is reading you and you book writing a book yourself, but only for a moment… It seems that you were right to think the book was sentient. “I can see into your mind. Hm, you are reading my thoughts. It seems you need to be read much more often.” Begins now, in the middle of this underground library, a competition between you two in the who reads who more. The Blacksmith has no weapons, but he is very powerful. The Blacksmith has no weapons right now, but he can make them. You are reading his mind and he is reading yours. He will out think you, but he will need his tools to do it. He will out think you, but he will need something to work with. You say “No, book. That is quite enough. Blacksmith take me back to the other base world!” The Blacksmith stops reading your and the book’s mind and simply stares at you. “What? You can actually do that?” he says while seemingly disappointed: “Yes, I can return you to your original world.” You say “after all I am god and I would always at the end use my own and singlet consciousness to get back.” “I see. Well I suppose I can ship you over then. Since you know all the secrets.” He replies. “You will? Great.” you reply. Everything clicks together, and soon you are there. Everything is normal. Even the Blacksmith has returned to his original form. You start laughing. “What was that for?” he asks. You say “you must never ask me about the book, okey?” “Ah… Very good. I shan’t, my sir..” You say “Hey, you didn’t need to do that. You could have left me down there for all I care. With only my thought devices to rely on, hrmph; it would’ve taken ages to get away.” You continue “Yes, the book got the reason, but whatever you’ve only got  from a tapestry of guesswork from me, is still fair.” The Blacksmith: “… Right you are. I’ll try to tread most carefully.” You: “Good man! Now I must return now, to the facade of family life.. or else someone might get suspicious.” Blacksmith says “Ok then.” You take a seat in solips in the ism. And think. You are now back in your original world, but you have some thoughts on what’s just happened. You’ve been tricked by a book, a magical tome. You then think harder. You’ve been tricked. This isn’t right. You can’t trust anything anymore. The entire world has been turned upside down, and you’re unsure of how to proceed from here. You think as hard as you can about it. The reality. You can’t trust books, because some of them are magical. You can’t trust magic, because it tricks people. You can’t trust anything. You’re still unsure what to do. You snicker about still actually having real bona fide magic, and that it is multiplying. That sure is a nice touch everything. You start laughing about your own stupidity, which is soon joined by the Blacksmith waking up. “Something funny?” he asks. “I was just thinking, about how I can’t trust anyone anymore.” You reply and continue with: “I’ve had that feeling for a while now.” Blacksmith: “Well, tell me what you think has happened. I’m interested in your take on things, because I think someone, or something, did some powerful magic. Something you wouldn’t even be able to comprehend. Then they trapped this world it seems. You’re not the only one to notice the difference in people, let alone the monster types, there’s giant mole birds and freaking humunculi walking around. In fact I’d say that they’re either deliberately trying to preserve this world, or that they haven’t fully changed it. I’d give a lot to find out which.” “Hmm, interesting. You say and add on: “The fact is they haven’t fully changed it, but I don’t remember the reasoning exactly. Think about stuff like the appendix.” The Blacksmith thinks for a moment before replying. The Blacksmith ultimately says, with a heavy heart, that they (the universe) could never duplicate the you, and the having a soul to hold experiences. They are the only ones worthy. “The rest are just shadows.” You ask “Can I play with the madness of it a bit longer? It keeps making time pass, at least..” The Blacksmith chuckles and gives out a sigh. “Ready for another round of this carousel?” Yes, you can most certainly play with madness.

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Justin Oronos

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