In my world:
Karl Marx is, at this moment, in a disco club over Russia dancing to country music.
Either, there is no physical world, or the world is only physical, and there's no way to check.
Our physical existence is just an amusement park ride for our alien souls.
Thoughts cannot be found in our brains, because really our heads just have dimensional rifts inside them, and the brain is just a failsafe in case the head actually gets opened.
Kitties are sublime.
Karl Marx is, at this moment, in a disco club over Russia dancing to country music.
Either, there is no physical world, or the world is only physical, and there's no way to check.
Our physical existence is just an amusement park ride for our alien souls.
Thoughts cannot be found in our brains, because really our heads just have dimensional rifts inside them, and the brain is just a failsafe in case the head actually gets opened.
Kitties are sublime.