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Look at an optical illusion and you may think you're seeing things -- such as a curved line that's actually straight, or a moving object that's standing still. Some come with an explanation as to how the illusion works but others will leave you guessing. Long way down! Clever use of perspective helps make it look like this cyclist is in trouble. Your brain can morph a mere pair of identical lines in all sorts of ways, as illustrated by these optical illusions: the Ponzo illusion (1), the Chub illusion (2), the Muller Lyer illusion (3), .
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You'll get a job somewhere, a job that pays cash, a boss who doesn't ask questions, and you make a new life and you never come back.
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From a cemetery that looks like a cityscape to a cloud that looks like a breaking wave - all of these optical illusions will make you look twice! Keep on scrolling to . I saw an optical illusion when I was drugged up from my root canal. Something to look up when you're reaalllly reallllly fucked up. Seriously. Try it. It looks so fucking awesome. Dude #1: Dude. This thing looks like it's spinning. Dude #2. Perception refers to the interpretation of what we take in through our eyes. Optical illusions occur because our brain is trying to interpret what we see and make sense of the In reality there are only 3 V shapes and 3 shapes that look like Pac-Men. ANSWER. Muller-Lyer Illusion. Take a very close look at the 2 vertical lines.
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But maybe, this is dangerous, but maybe after a few years you send word to Naturelle. You get yourself a new family and you raise them right, you hear me?
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