To you, I am words on a digital screen being reflected by your mind.
Accepting the world as a product of my mind, disables it from ever being able to catch up to me, much less get ahead of me. A perfect example is I typed these words after thinking them, and now the world can read them.
Every real person I know has a perfect life, while imaginary people can have lives that suck, because they don't exist.
U.S.A. = (U)nderworld serving the (S)nake from my pyr(A)mid.