"I'm the only one who knows the real truth and how the universe actually works" is such a standard type of guy by now that it's actually become very annoying. This type of guy doesn't even realize he sounds like an NPC himself because he decided on a frame of reality that satisfies the egoic impulse to be an extra special person with true insider information. The need for special info that puts one in a class of elite insiders is itself a form of addiction born of primitive and fearful instincts; the idea that the nature of this world is both very complex and an open question terrifies you, and so you engage in primitive accumulation of information, much of which may have zero actual grounding and merely satisfy your urge for pattern-matching.
One day, you are born. Someday, you will die. We don't really know what living is. We don't really know what dying is.
You don't know shit about anything. NPCs aren't real either and deciding on a framework of reality that robs others of their humanity actually makes you the worst type of person and fully lost in your own hypocrisy. You yourself demonstrate a lack of agentic qualities when you fail to remain curious and inquisitive about the conscious experience of the other beings you share your existence with. Drawing conclusions may present you with temporary utility that helps you navigate the current frame of your reality, but it also closes you off to the dynamic, ever-fluctuating and constantly evolving currents of experience. Take the gray pill and revel in the ambiguity that is the great Mystery* of our realm of shared being.
However, this is not a Skittles ad and your point is on point. The best conversation I ever had about painting was with a half-deaf redneck welder atop a moonlit waterfall. He loved Van Gogh.
There is no such thing as an NPC. All of the characters play - it just may take some time for them to trust enough to play with you.
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