reality
I've been saying quite a bit of bullshit lately, rather what you will recognise as bullshit or maybe even what you think I said as bullshit. Reality is a composite of our senses, we see reality as it is because we can feel it hence it's real. But how can we be sure? How many times when dreaming can you actually tell that you're in a dream? Whatever we feel so called is nothing but an interpretation of our minds of the sensory input from our various organs, or so it seems.
My question is how can we be sure that everything we see is in fact what it really is and not what we actually want it to be? The human desire is something I can never comprehend. The need for more in everything and the emmotions it invoke in us. But is that the limit of what desire can achieve? The ability to create, to think out of the box so called, is one that's not unique to humans but it's us humans that put it to use the most. With a so called endless ability to imagine, how much of our imagination is imagination and how much of it is crossing over to what we call reality?
Is this what you want? We can only see the world through our own eyes no matter how "understanding" you might believe yourself to be. We can only truely know what we think no matter how "understanding" you might believe yourself to be. When you think you understand someone else, you can only imagine what it's like but not actually know what it's like. If words and imagination alone is enough to create and allow you to "feel" what it's like to be another or what another feels, is that true understanding? How can you be sure? Is existence of other entities a fact or is it just a fragment of your imagination? What if the world you see is an environment you created for yourself and that everything you experience is orchestrated by your brain?
Just an example of the kind of bullshit I've been telling people. I'm that bored, with that much time on my hands, to think that much about nothing. Or so that's what I think. Because of our ability to remember, we differentiate between past and present. The passing of time is an illusion, time pass because we pass. The progression we feel, the inability to undo things, to go back and redo things, is what creates the illusion we call time.
My question is how can we be sure that everything we see is in fact what it really is and not what we actually want it to be? The human desire is something I can never comprehend. The need for more in everything and the emmotions it invoke in us. But is that the limit of what desire can achieve? The ability to create, to think out of the box so called, is one that's not unique to humans but it's us humans that put it to use the most. With a so called endless ability to imagine, how much of our imagination is imagination and how much of it is crossing over to what we call reality?
Is this what you want? We can only see the world through our own eyes no matter how "understanding" you might believe yourself to be. We can only truely know what we think no matter how "understanding" you might believe yourself to be. When you think you understand someone else, you can only imagine what it's like but not actually know what it's like. If words and imagination alone is enough to create and allow you to "feel" what it's like to be another or what another feels, is that true understanding? How can you be sure? Is existence of other entities a fact or is it just a fragment of your imagination? What if the world you see is an environment you created for yourself and that everything you experience is orchestrated by your brain?
Just an example of the kind of bullshit I've been telling people. I'm that bored, with that much time on my hands, to think that much about nothing. Or so that's what I think. Because of our ability to remember, we differentiate between past and present. The passing of time is an illusion, time pass because we pass. The progression we feel, the inability to undo things, to go back and redo things, is what creates the illusion we call time.
BY Neo :: 12:00 PM
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