everyone’s walking around convinced they’re right. not because they’ve tested the logic, but because being right is their nervous system’s idea of safety.

but there is no right. there’s no wrong. not outside of your universe. not outside your memory, your damage, your impressions of what it means to survive. what you call morality is just personalization. a sandbox of your experiences re-labeled as objective.

people think they’re reasoning, but they’re just reenacting. they live out beliefs like scripts—scripts they didn’t write, but memorized because they were young and scared and wanted to be safe.

and when something challenges that, they panic. not because it’s wrong, but because it disrupts the *only structure they’ve ever had.*

it’s all fake. every rule, every label, every value. not meaningless—just invented. just agreed upon by enough scared people to feel real.

you are not your beliefs. you’re just the echo chamber that’s been ***reinforcing them long enough to forget who started the loop.***