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I’m an adult male with an powerful imagination. There’s an imaginary figure who has been very important to me since I was very young (probably since age 4 or 5 or maybe even younger). It’s never been an imaginary friend, so much as how I see myself, and how I envision the better part of me. It’s a damselfly-winged bullfrog. It’s a fairy prince, according to itself. It has no kingly ancestors, and there is no reason why anyone else would view it as a prince. It gave itself the title of “prince” because it liked the sound of it. The bullfrog fairy “prince” is a very small animal, but it belches its authority through the swamp, loudly and proudly. It belches forth its ignorance. It challenges authority, to be taught by authority. It’s both humble and arrogant. The bullfrog fairy prince is the enemy of winged serpents, who come down from the moon to eat fairy kind. It once fought a winged serpent, and defeated it alone. The serpent had a body as thick as a tree trunk and fangs as long as men’s arms. It swallowed the bullfrog whole though, so the bullfrog puffed up like a balloon in the middle of its throat and choked the winged serpent to death. I’m an atheist. That’s all just imaginary, but the above is on some level how I think of myself, my god, and my advisor, and its a completely fictional being, except in my mind. I see no reason to believe the damselfy-winged bullfrog fairy prince is real, but nonetheless if I said I didn’t believe it existed I’m not sure I’d pass a lie detector test.