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are indistinguishable. Both are memory. Memory itself is little more than animism.

All that you remember—people and things—are imaginary, fictional, incorporeal. You yourself are only a transcendental moment of being surrounded on all sides across all dimensions including the temporal with non-being.

Ghosts are the haunting of the past by the present—a haunting that provokes the very past that it venerates.