The more you read about atoms the fuzzier the picture. There’s nothing there, nothing solid, a collections of miniature tornados spinning. And just when you might think to yourself but I’m here, I can’t put my hand through a wall, it’s worth remembering thoughts also seem real – but can you lay them under a microscope? Is Eb a thing or something in motion appearing to be real.
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