1. The delusion that gets sustained by God, to the point where if a "hit" happens, you think, "Really, God? There's no way you aren't engineering things behind the scenes. How could I *not* think that now? It's impossible to expect me to *not* think this." 2. There comes a point where you can't plausibly deny anymore, even if you function with an equally strong anti-bias filter to remain grounded. 3. It's amazing that my delusion was sustained for nearly two years. It's a productive delusion nonetheless. It didn't make me miserable but only sad sometimes. It increased my intelligence. It made me strive for greater things and eventually accomplish them. If being schizophrenic for real was my destiny, then God really equipped me to live with it productively unlike many other schizophrenics whose memory and hippocampus were ruined by antipsychotics (thankfully, I never took it for that long). 4. I also had a minor delusion in January 2026 where I really thought Vico Sotto was cooperating with my department to experiment on my psyche in relation to events surrounding ALL_GO and [[April 12]] in my [[January 22, 2026]] entry. No idea how it got developed, except for a picture Vico posted of a meeting where I spotted a lookalike of Audrey Mirasol, the professor who I wrote about in ALL_GO. It was a phase in my life where I studiously analyzed even the tiniest of whims by Vico, wholeheartedly believing that, like my fictional character Wolfgang Iser in ALL_GO, treasures abounded in every minute decision if only I could decipher what he was "really" saying underneath the cryptic way he arranged and framed and captioned his posts and stories. Not a healthy way to live, I know, but this is my honest account of a schizotypal person's daily reality.