Getting tied into the definition of reality
Reality can be anything, whether religious, logical, scientific or not, that's in accordance with truth or fact. It's therefore a fact that my life is real, and is based on the very few ways of life I adopted or made up. The reality is that I'm different, I'm not disabled, disabled is not just a diagnosis, it's a behavioural disorder, I have no disorder, I only have perfect order, but my life isn't quite perfect yet. Perfect means excellent, therefore I'm perfect, perfect is no more and no less, it's not an ideal although it can be. Perfect (adj) 1. excellent. 2. having all the essential elements. 3. utter, absolute. 4. corresponding to an ideal standard. 5. complete. So to be perfect you just need to be an identity completely, or you just need to be excellent, etc. People think perfect means it's an excessive high standard of quality, no it's not, if you're perfect you're just perfect, no more, no less! The kings of perfection, they're not ideal, they're not "standards", they're just perfect, that's all they are, probably why people don't like perfect, yet they love ideal. The way reality is is that it's in my perception and if I try not to perceive it I'm still picking it up and intuiting it, therefore reality is in your intuition, it's in your senses, and it's what you think systematically, it's not what should be real, it's not what people think about you, and it's not anything outside of what's real, or outside your experience, it's really there, it's not your imagination, and if I try to unthink pixels in the air they're still there, if I try to disbelieve my beliefs they still come back forcing me to face their truths so don't tell me I'm delusional. The reality is a thing is literally the thing itself, I'm literally what I am. I think when I'm normal I'm normal, not normal and different at the same time, not normal and not normal at the same time, just normal. A thing can't be absent and present at the same time, if I taste a burger, then prescriptively I'm tasting a burger, nothing else, not burger and non-burger, my senses have no contradictions, it's logical. Therefore if I say God exists, I mean he's really there, I see his large head, I see fire and sulphur in this "hell" I'm in, it exists. And when I see Satan it's not a hallucination, my roommate saw him at the same time, it's called the ultimate reality for a reason, Satan is just a supernatural animal with red fur who doesn't wear clothes, he hasn't done anything evil, and if I saw him twice, once as a Christian, the other time as a Luciferian then Satan is real.