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A dog walks up to a mirror and looks at his reflection...
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| Hmm... I look good today... | |
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| Hmm... I look good today... | |
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Suddenly, he gets an idea. Maybe the reflection is another dog! He has no idea that his reflection has a similar idea...
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| Maybe I'm the reflection, and he's the real dog.... It's depressing to think that I have to exactly follow his movements... | |
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| It's sad that my reflection has to copy my movements... | |
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In fact, he realizes, maybe he doesn't exist at all, except when his reflection looks through the mirror at him! These disturbing revelations make him dizzy, so he leaves to go chew on a bone.
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| Maybe I'M not really here at all, until he looks in the mirror.... Ugh, I need to stop thinking like this. | |
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| Ugh, too much thinking about thinking about perception, truth, reality, knowledge, and belief. I'm off to chew a bone. | |
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