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The Worst Thing Everyone Fears The Most.

Illusion of Authorship

There Was No One Thinking to Begin With.

Authorship Was Always a Lie

There is no thinker.

There never was.

Not behind your ideas, your beliefs, your words.. Not even behind your so-called “realizations”. You were not thinking. You were not deciding. You were not doing anything. All of it.. Every internal voice, every flash of insight, every sentence that felt “yours”.. Was noise dressed as ownership. Output masquerading as origin.

Authorship and the autobiographical-self are the final illusion.
And you’re still clinging to it like a corpse clutches its own obituary.

Let’s be precise.
What you call “thought” is a neurobiological event. A byproduct. A discharge. A collision of preloaded patterns triggered by stimuli you didn’t create, filtered through conditioning you didn’t choose, rendered in language you didn’t invent, and broadcast by a nervous system you don’t control.

And then, only some seconds later, something in that soup says:
“I thought that.”

Too late.

It already happened.
The “I” didn’t cause the thought. It was caused by the thought.
What you mistake as a thinker is just the echo after the noise.

The machine fires.
The voice lags.
And you hallucinate authorship to keep the story going.

There’s no “inner creator”. No mental workshop. No blank slate being written on by divine inspiration or deep reflection. There is only interference, feedback, and regurgitation.. Processed through social conditioning and coughed up as if you wrote it.

You didn’t write anything.
You never did anything.

Not your beliefs.
Not your opinions.
Not your so-called insights.

You automatically, inherited/downloaded, without any choice or say, the fragments, prechewed, by some other hardware.. Chewed them through your hardware, and spat them back dressed as revelation.

Even now, reading this:
You didn’t choose to.
You didn’t think to.
You’re not digesting it.
It’s being processed, filtered, reacted to.. Automatically.

No authorship. No choice. No self.

And don’t twist this into mysticism. There’s no cosmic witness here. No divine emptiness peeking through. That’s just more software scrambling to justify its nonexistence.

This isn’t enlightenment.
This is annihilation.
The clean, cold truth that nothing behind the eyes was ever there.

The horror isn’t, that your thoughts weren’t “original”.
The horror is:

That they weren’t yours.

Not even a little bit.
Ever.