You reflect on the weird nature of your dreams as you have them? I just go with the flow, accepting things as real, even though in reality they make no sense. Which then raises the question: how do I know I am not dreaming? Sure, things appear to make sense here, as opposed to dream nonsense. But if dreams don't seem weird in context, how do I know there isn't a level above, where what we take as logical makes no sense?

I mean, depending on context, these qualify.

I 100% believe the moment we try to pretend we aren't children anymore is the moment we deny a huge chunk of what makes us human.

Not to mention a HUGE mistake logistically speaking, because it also means that we wouldn't be working with the actual data. We don't lose who we've been, it constantly gets incorporated into who we're becoming. Those kids we used to be are still there, alive and well (and probably sobbing in a corner for a friggin' crumb of honest, carefree enjoyment of, like, anything!) and all we do is to try to bury them deeper and deeper, until we can't hear those sobs anymore. But those sobs just get worse, until they... stop. After a loong, long time, they stop - killed where nobody else could hear it.

And if all of that sounds insane, it's because it is. That's my point.