Here I am waiting at the airport. All these people walking past. One with tattoos. Every single individual here has a full life, it’s valid and real, with real things happening in it, just as real to them, and as important as my life is to me.

Other people with real and valid lives know them, and their lives are intertwined with theirs. In turn, each of these people have innumerable probable existences, every time they make a choice they create another probably existence, just as real and valid as their current one. They have various reincarnate lives and probably several (or more, who knows?) splinter existences. Each with their own multitude of probable/reincarnate/splinter offshoots – ALL happening at once, this very instant (since time is an illusion).

Our minds cannot comprehend this because they’re not supposed to, such comprehension is not required for this existence – yet it is true.

Since this is true, how can we be anything but God?