Reality

What the actual fuck? Iam "This is ridiculous. I was asleep (quite peacefully I might add) and was thrown into a meat prison. Bone and organs just-a-sloshing around. Existing perpetually in-between the physical and conceptual realms. Not to mention the social, moral, and psychological elements. I have a variety of designations. I am 'This one' (and not other's). Number ???-??-????. There are other ones. There's an imposition on me to interact with them properly (which I have not been doing... AT ALL). INDEFINITELY. Or else one (or several) of them are going to drain my flesh-sack (and not in a good way... Or possibly in a good way🤔) or lock me in a cage. OR I'll be excised from the conceptual realm through cooperative or individual non-association and be imprisoned in my own solipsistic conceptual domain. Not to mention the inevitable imposition of another one's will upon me. My mind may or may not function properly AND there is a degree to which what constitutes 'functioning properly' is subjective. Could also get locked in a cage as a result of EITHER of those things. There's a historical element. This (the bifurcation of existence into the physical and conceptual realms) has been happening for 50,000 years and there is a canonical and narrative interpretation of the events that have transpired. This applies at (both) a group and individual level. Biological elements.