I like to imagine that I am a 10,000 kilometre tall person. Imagining this, it becomes apparent that a step, if I took one, would feel exactly like the step I take now, at 196 cm. It therefore also becomes apparent that time and space are subjective experiences in the mind. I would cover more distance but subjectively, the experience of the time it takes to take a step would feel exactly the same as it does now at 196 cm. The subjective experience of distance covered would similarly feel the same.

The reason there exists any sort of objectivity so that I can know that I am 196 cm and my steps are as they are is because other perspectives exist in the quantum field. The perspective of an ant exists. The perspective of a bird exists. I may not directly experience their perspectives, but their perspectives impact my own perspective by placing my experience in relation to theirs. In other words, my experience of being small exists because the universe is vast, and because there are things much smaller than me.

Together, all of our individual perspectives give rise to the quantum field in which we exist and which we ultimately are. It is unbroken, and there is only one quantum field. If there exists enough subjective perspectives within the quantum field, all of them put together gives rise to a measure of objectivity. This I suppose, causes reality to be not "fluid", changeable at a whim, but solid, with inherent laws.

While the quantum field is "One," it consists of "Many." No one can be the totality of the quantum field, but each of us contributes to its creation and upholding. In this sense, we are all part of "God" and "God" is all of us.

Each of us depends on everything else to be what we are. Perhaps that is why loneliness is such a pain. To be cut off, even slightly, from the connective web of life is agony. Reality it seems, is a collective hallucination to which every living being contributes. Simply by being. So life, then, is its own goal. But why does all of this exist? Because non-existence does not exist. There exists no life after death, because death does not exist. It is merely a transition. A renewal. Into a new perspective. Or perhaps into a very old one..