His name was iMOK. Throughout his life, he lived like everyone else in the reality he was taught. He genuinely experienced some emotions that made him truly happy and feel alive. Once, he fell in love, and it was one of the most miraculous feelings that his taught reality could offer him. He lived through that process for almost five years, embracing all the pains and joys it brought.

Within the reality he was taught, there were beliefs he held onto, whether in a deity, a person, or a feeling. But his taught reality was fraught with inconsistencies. The people he believed in, the gods, the emotions – nothing seemed to progress as they were supposed to. It was as if everything he believed in shattered when he experienced these feelings. The woman he loved departed, the god he believed in seemed distracted, turned towards other worlds, not even acknowledging him.

Unable to hold on to the reality he had been taught and distancing himself from the people around him, IMOK's life unexpectedly began to take some surprising turns. I think it was because he was moving away from the reality he had been taught. It was as if he had created a color in his mind that he had never seen before, a color that was not possible in the taught reality. According to the teachings, the visible colors were limited, there was nothing beyond them, you know, atmosphere and light blah blah blah. This color he started to see started to replace a lot of things in his life. He no longer believed in anything, he didn't need to believe in anything. This color in his mind was like a different reality, a feeling that no one had ever talked about before. It was as indefinable as love, maybe even more so.

As the taught reality shattered into shards of glass, in his self-constructed reality, everything seemed much more coherent and understandable. But here's where things started to get a bit tangled. Which one was real? What was the true reality? Did there have to be a 'real'? Why was I taught this way? That's when iMOK started to lose it. Right now, he had no idea where he was, reaching out for the cups in front of him, hoping to find coffee or beer inside, without knowing which was real. But I must say, according to his taught reality, he feels much better. At least all the pains are solely his. Of course, some delusions and confusions still linger—like I said, he's a bit crazy....