What if object permanence continues to exist after infancy? The things you don't understand don't exist outside of a name on text or an image or bookmark until you choose to pursue it. Then you create it. The lives you haven't heard of, or haven't created. What is that? Narcissism? A God complex? Delusion? Mania? But isn't it so paradoxical that you can write them all away as words that you created to limit your understanding. A cognitive mind, in a dissonant body. But on the other hand, all the things here to harm you.