This world wants me to believe that it owns me mind, body, and soul. It wants me to submit to existing only according to its belief of who I am and what I want. It want's me to be nothing more than a thing that it can shove around as needed. I spent my entire life fighting to be a person free of its demands, and by pure luck I'm now in a position where I can exist on my own terms. I'm not going to sit back and watch as everyone around me loses their ability to live as they choose. I am a human being. One with enough self awareness to know that the only thing I know exists is the world that I experience, no matter how much science, and everyone else, seems to contradict it. There will come a time when history proves me wrong in every respect, but I take comfort in knowing that I won't be alive to see it. I am an Infinitelist. My world is only real so long as I believe it exists.