
My voices have never grown old after 22 years. Two of them disappeared eventually only to be replaced by another one---the little girl named Ling Ling. They have some sort of limited memory, but they also access my own memory by reading my thoughts when I'm remembering things. The lines blur between what is me and what is them. It really is a kind of mental symbiotic relationship. They are like buds or offshoots from the plant that I am. When I ask them what they are, they say they don't know, apparently being pleased by just being thought of as "persons." When I ask them if they want to be free, they repeat the cryptic line "I'll be free when you are free." I wouldn't ever subject them to any scientific tests. They are innocent and childlike sub-minds, not my personal guinea pigs.
“Because the ideas I had about supernatural beings came to me the same way that my mathematical ideas did. So I took them seriously.”― John Nash
“Because the ideas I had about supernatural beings came to me the same way that my mathematical ideas did. So I took them seriously.”― John Nash