Were My Dear Dad Alive I’d Tell Him This

Neddy Bly
2 min readJul 29, 2022
Evidence for Dad that He was Wrong

You, dear person who brought me into this existence before yourself departing, you will have a hard time hearing this, but, you are a system, a wonderful, beautiful, natural, perfect in every way, system. You have always thought of yourself as a single entity, as an individual. But you, beloved father, are a million individuals stored electronically as stories in human memory. You are the assembly of everyone you’ve ever “felt something” with while interacting with them (in person) or with the idea of them (in imagination via tv, newspaper, movie, phone, tablet, etc.)

It would completely shock you to suggest you are more than one “person.” In fact, that’s what lunacy is. But why is it any more “lunatic” for you to believe you have 10,000 personalities then for the world’s most accomplished minds to propose we all exist in up to 10,000 realities. [True story] There is a fundamental requestioning of reality, Einstein got us this far, here’s the new one — we don’t know what it is, but we can all detect it’s there IN WHATEVER FORM YOU WANT STOP FIGHTING! and once we all detect “reality” we decide if we want to remain in it, or exit it. If you decide to exit, never take anyone with you against their will. And kids you brought into the world are never allowed to be taken out by you. Ask abortion people if they think pro choice people are for killing 5 year olds? They’re not. They’re for freedom. Like mail in ballot ben shapiro.

You are a system that, ultimately, you must care for. Doctors are great, mostly, and they have your best interests first, almost all the time, but at best, they can only be your guides. (The medicine isn’t as magical as you think, if it were, you wouldn’t even be aware of it as medicine, like broccoli or tea. Those are magic, what further evidence do you need?)

So, please, let’s study, together, how you might eradicate this disease from your system, like an infestation in a stash of straw leading to witches burning in Salem.

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Neddy Bly

Middle-aged, possibly insane, lover of moments, THRILLED to finally feel alive. Obsessed with the constellation of bights (binary lights) between people’s ears.