Woke up thinkin’ I was solid, Turns out I’m a guess in motion. Brain’s been runnin’ simulations Like a weather map of emotion. I call it “me” but it’s a story, Edited in real-time light — Prediction paints the edges Of what I swear is right. We don’t see the world directly, We negotiate the view. The past leans into present tense And calls itself “what’s true.” Every color is a wager, Every sound a weighted bet — We’re dancing in probabilities The nervous system set. If this is all a construct… Why does it feel so real? Because the body keeps the rhythm Of the stories that we feel. We’re living in a hallucination, Structured by sensation, Prediction is the architect of sight. Living in a hallucination, But it’s a good vibration — If we keep the errors small and tight. Ohhh — it’s not illusion, it’s calibration! We’re tuning up reality tonight! You thought the world was solid brick? It’s Bayesian construction. Confidence is rented space With error correction function. Your fears are just a forecast With outdated information — Update the priors, baby, Lower that inflammation. The sky is what we’ve practiced, The self is what we rehearse. We sculpt the now from memory And call it the universe. It’s not that nothing matters, It’s not that truth is gone — It’s that we co-create the light We’ve leaned on all along. So if I’m dreaming… You’re dreaming with constraints. If I’m predicting… Update what you think you ain’t. We’re not lost in fantasy — We’re guided by good relations. Reality’s a partnership… A shared hallucination. We’re living in a hallucination, A body-budget conversation, Error signals keeping us alive. Living in a hallucination, A cosmic collaboration — Between the guess and what arrives. Ohhh — it’s not deception, it’s navigation! We surf the waves of what truth survives! Aquarius in the cortex… Bayes in the soul… Lower the load… Update and roll…
