Reality. What is it exactly? What makes you think it's real?
What if it's all part of a simulation. Like we are different aspects of the same individual. Yet we don't know it. It's not like the Matrix where we're all in stasis chambers filled with goo. No, I'm thinking that we're all just parts of someone's imagination. How does that make you feel?
This person, let's call them John Doe for short, is dreaming somewhere. They're dreaming of us. We don't exist beyond this dream world that we are a part of. Eventually the dreamer will wake up and we will cease to exist. How about that thought?
There are so many different ways to take this. What if this person, John Doe, is in a coma. He's actively dreaming unaware he's in a coma. We exist simply because he wishes us to exist. Now there's an interesting thought. Brings about a whole new thought process about who created who. How the Earth was created. It wasn't. It was simply dreamt up in some unknown person's mind. We don't actually eat food that's placed before us, we imagine it. We have a limited consciousness.
That's all there is to it. That's all there is to life. I for one would like to see what's beyond this consciousness that we call life. What of this dreamer that we know virtually nothing about.
Of course, then comes the thought, if that's all true... this life we're living is a lie. We can't both be in a simulation and not be in one at the same time. So, one of these lives has to be a lie. I don't think I like that thought. Not one bit. If our life is a lie, what on earth are we doing here? There has to be something beyond that we are meant to be doing. If all we are is some thought made up in someone's mind, then we can go extinct at any given moment.
So. Who has the final say in what's real and what's fake in this life? It doesn't quite make sense does it. No, I didn't think so.
I don't mind the thought that we are in a simulation. I just don't like the thought of all the possibilities that are out there because of it. There's got to be a reason for it. Something that will eventually make sense to me. Because I'm halfway convinced that it's real, yet I'm halfway convinced that it's not. There's a predicament there. Which path do you take. Which road will lead to the truth of it all and which one will lead you further down into the lie.
Where does it all end up. In the eye of the dreamer? In the thoughts of those the dreamer has made up. There has to be someplace where it all ends and nothing else can begin. It makes me want to scream. I can't do anything about it. I am trapped in this mental image of myself and there's nothing I am able to do. How do you think that makes me feel? Trapped inside my own mind. Maybe I'm the dreamer and everyone else is the dream. Nothing is real. Not as far as I can imagine it. Now there's an interesting thought.
Of course, maybe my brain is just taking a little trip away from reality at the moment. There's nothing wrong with that right? Aren't we all allowed to step away for a second to regain a sense of who we are? Who we used to be? Something like that. It would be nice to be able to figure all of this out once and for all. Nothing is off the table as far as life is concerned. It's all fresh in our minds.
Did this life being millions of years ago? Did it begin a few minutes ago and we all just have been programmed with memories up to the second we were activated, so to speak. Mindless people without a place to go. Is that all we really are?
I don't know anymore.
Comments
Post a Comment