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I'm certain this topic will plummet quickly (that's it, what a way to interest a crowd) but I've been thinking about the nature of reality (that should send them toward the exits in droves) and how a logical analysis often brings me to a paradox when I try to understand what exactly I ought to think. (If I write vaguely, people will think that I'm simply more intelligent than they)
A philosopher sits in front of a stove. He wonders how he knows that stove exists. How does he know anything he sees or hears exists? It could be a dream or a demon could be tricking him. He concludes though that he is thinking, or at lest he thinks he's thinking, and as he thinks therefore he is.
That's all well and good but as I sit here in front of my computer I have to wonder if it is real, if anyone of you are real and if reality exists. (Why do I have to? Obsessive Personality) I think, I think I think at least, I don't know if it is me thinking. It's quite possible that my thoughts are the dreams of another or that I am character in a story, the program of some masterful computer designed to create a reality out of syntax and silicone.
I don't know if I exist. Can you imagine?
Something must exist though, right? If this is an illusion there must be a reality, much like a shadow or a reflection depends on a real object than even if I am a dream or a character there must be a reality even if it is not this reality.
I suppose I should take comfort in this but it's not working. I have to ask, is it possible for me to exist even if I don't? If I am a dream, can I exist still? Is a shadow a thing in itself dependent on something 'real' - or is it only a suggestion of reality? What I'm getting to is, I cannot be nothing, can I? I must be something, which is created by something else - even if I am not the original existence I exist in a fashion. To exist as a trick of light is better than to not exist at all.
Likewise, the things I touch, the people I know, exist as much (or as little) as I do. Given the limited range of the senses it's possible that much of what I think is real is simply an illusion of my level of reality. (Do shadows cast reflections?) Still, the majority of it is real.
In that way reality is like an infinite onion, I can know I exist on one of the layers but I do not know which layer it is.
Does that make sense?
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A philosopher sits in front of a stove. He wonders how he knows that stove exists. How does he know anything he sees or hears exists? It could be a dream or a demon could be tricking him. He concludes though that he is thinking, or at lest he thinks he's thinking, and as he thinks therefore he is.
That's all well and good but as I sit here in front of my computer I have to wonder if it is real, if anyone of you are real and if reality exists. (Why do I have to? Obsessive Personality) I think, I think I think at least, I don't know if it is me thinking. It's quite possible that my thoughts are the dreams of another or that I am character in a story, the program of some masterful computer designed to create a reality out of syntax and silicone.
I don't know if I exist. Can you imagine?
Something must exist though, right? If this is an illusion there must be a reality, much like a shadow or a reflection depends on a real object than even if I am a dream or a character there must be a reality even if it is not this reality.
I suppose I should take comfort in this but it's not working. I have to ask, is it possible for me to exist even if I don't? If I am a dream, can I exist still? Is a shadow a thing in itself dependent on something 'real' - or is it only a suggestion of reality? What I'm getting to is, I cannot be nothing, can I? I must be something, which is created by something else - even if I am not the original existence I exist in a fashion. To exist as a trick of light is better than to not exist at all.
Likewise, the things I touch, the people I know, exist as much (or as little) as I do. Given the limited range of the senses it's possible that much of what I think is real is simply an illusion of my level of reality. (Do shadows cast reflections?) Still, the majority of it is real.
In that way reality is like an infinite onion, I can know I exist on one of the layers but I do not know which layer it is.
Does that make sense?
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