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Bare with me here.
My threads tend to bomb quickly unless I'm talking about how wonderful I am or it becomes one of the many battlegrounds of the board.
Unfortunately, I've reached my weekly limit of 'I am the best' threads and there are quite a few healthy fights going on right now so I have to pick something else.
I can't do that tonight so I'm going to steal ponies.

"We are all aware that the sense can be deceived, the eyes fooled. But how can we be sure our senses are not being deceived at any particular time, or even all the time? Might I just be a brain in a tank somewhere, tricked all my life into believing in the events of this world by some insane computer? And does my life gain or lose meaning based on my reaction to such solipsism?" ---
Project PYRRHO, Specimen 46, Vat 7
Activity Record M.Y. 2302.22467
Termination of Specimen Advised.

What gives your life meaning? What drives you to get up in the morning? Work, play, love, hate? And if that was taken away from you. If all you fought for and against, life itself even, turned out to be an illusion. A dream perhaps (someone else's), a test, it doesn't matter what the reality is but what you thought to be true was false. Everyone takes life on faith, to constantly question reality, whether we are even truly here or not would drive up mad.
We all define ourselves by what we do, what we are, what we feel, who we know. Remove those things and there's little left. You define yourself as a women, it turns out you are genderless. You define yourself as a parent; your children are figments of your manipulated imagination. You think of yourself as a student, yet everything you have learned is a lie. There is no Earth - the sky is not blue - no Asia - no ocean - no humanity as well.

How would you react? What would you still believe in? More importantly, would that make me right?

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Never, you always make me think. You're very insightful and I am now declaring you my Goddess, I will worship only you.

I really don't know what I would do, I would probably be happy if this were all one long bad dream that I could finally wake up from.
 
It's too bad we'll never really know that anwer to this one

What does drive me to get up in the morning? I guess the fear that I'll miss something, that I won't be around to see flying cars or human sheep or WW3 or the cure for AIDS. The fear that I won't get to see my mother grow old or my kids be born or even fall in love. The fear that I won't be able to EXPERIENCE. Isn't that what everything boils down to... everything you mentioned: work, play, love, hate? Experience?!?

If these things turned out to be an illusion... well, I really don't know. I think I would be driven to find out WHY it all was an illusion and hope that maybe in my new reality there will be new experiences to be had.

Interesting threads tonight... glad I stayed home :)
 
Curiosity. I really do want to know what's going to happen next, and for that I must open my eyes.

Also, my Master the Cat's demand for breakfast, but that is another thread entirely.
 
What drives me up in the morning?

:p
 
Never hun..Have you been watching the Matrix again???
How strange that I think of this often. What is reality?
Who's reality are we living? Why do we do the things we do?
I am always trying to figure out others motivating factors...why is it so important for the 4th grade soccer coach to win every game? Does that validate him in some way?
Why do the other mothers in girl scouts find it necessary to agree with each other on EVERY issue? Why does my sister keep dating losers and sabotaging relationships instead of doing what she wants in life and making herself happy?...It is always easier to look and question others motivation, when we have to look inside ourselves it becomes a much harder task.In my percieved reality there have been many instances and moments in time that I thought the bottom was falling out..and maybe it did , who's to say I didn't absolutly lose my mind when I was 10 and every thought and memory since has been an illusion? If I suddenly became aware that my life and all that I believe in was false then I would have to say it would not matter...why mourn what is not there? you cannot miss what never was.
 
I think that, boiling it down, people drive themselves. You keep going because you've attatched meaning to things in your (assumed?) life. You've decided to anchor yourself to those things and they help to give yourself a reason to keep going. An illusion can be as meaningful to a person as the "real" thing as long as they hold to it strongly enough. It's all realtive: what means the world to you might not mean spit to anyone else, but that doesn't invalidate it's meaning for you.

If somehow these things were taken away, you'd either find new anchors for yourself or you'd decide to let go and disappear into the whole. I suppose it's self-preservation, whether instinctual, spiritual, or just plain stubborness.
 
The only focus of our lives is to better our own perceived positions and self-image. It's greed. All other emotions are merely reflections of that. Love is a sham. It isn't about your feelings for someone else, it's about how your feelings for yourself are reflected from a distinguished sense of closeness to another person.

Values that have been instilled in you since early childhood are all based on this single motive. Children's fables are a prime example of this. "If you do a good deed someday it will return to you, what goes around comes around, etc." It's not teaching children to care for others, it's teaching them--us to care for themselves through others.

Why do you drop a coin in the street musician's guitar case? Because you'll feel good about yourself for being pius. And you know it. The real motive has nothing to do with so-called "kindness".

To answer the question, removal from this reality would result in a leveling of the playing field. Everyone's position back to the start. The important thing is not which reality is real, but how you see yourself performing in the reality which you believe to be your own.
 
Nevertheless, emotions are real, if those children you loved weren't real would that make your love a lesser thing?

Our reality is so fragile anyway, tomorrow you could be fired, your home taken away, your family killed by a drunk driver. Sicknesses can whither your body, age can whither your mind.

In truth, I think I'd despair for a long, long time. It would be as though everyone had died. A part of me is only I; a part of me is also my memories, my friends, my country, my politics.

If that was torn away, I believe a piece of me would die with that illusion.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :cool: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I think therefore I believe.
 
Never said:
Our reality is so fragile anyway, tomorrow you could be fired, your home taken away, your family killed by a drunk driver. Sicknesses can whither your body, age can whither your mind.

In truth, I think I'd despair for a long, long time. It would be as though everyone had died. A part of me is only I; a part of me is also my memories, my friends, my country, my politics.

If that was torn away, I believe a piece of me would die with that illusion.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :cool: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I think therefore I believe.

You'd be despairing for yourself though, not for your family. None of us are capable of that.

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And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
 
What makes me get up and go everyday? Life and the hold it has on me. I want to live. If I found out it was all an illusion? I would probably go so insane from the rush of loneliness and lost of all the people that I love, that I would die
 
Never said:
Bare with me here.
My threads tend to bomb quickly unless I'm talking about how wonderful I am or it becomes one of the many battlegrounds of the board.
Unfortunately, I've reached my weekly limit of 'I am the best' threads and there are quite a few healthy fights going on right now so I have to pick something else.
I can't do that tonight so I'm going to steal ponies.

"We are all aware that the sense can be deceived, the eyes fooled. But how can we be sure our senses are not being deceived at any particular time, or even all the time? Might I just be a brain in a tank somewhere, tricked all my life into believing in the events of this world by some insane computer? And does my life gain or lose meaning based on my reaction to such solipsism?" ---
Project PYRRHO, Specimen 46, Vat 7
Activity Record M.Y. 2302.22467
Termination of Specimen Advised.

What gives your life meaning? What drives you to get up in the morning? Work, play, love, hate? And if that was taken away from you. If all you fought for and against, life itself even, turned out to be an illusion. A dream perhaps (someone else's), a test, it doesn't matter what the reality is but what you thought to be true was false. Everyone takes life on faith, to constantly question reality, whether we are even truly here or not would drive up mad.
We all define ourselves by what we do, what we are, what we feel, who we know. Remove those things and there's little left. You define yourself as a women, it turns out you are genderless. You define yourself as a parent; your children are figments of your manipulated imagination. You think of yourself as a student, yet everything you have learned is a lie. There is no Earth - the sky is not blue - no Asia - no ocean - no humanity as well.

How would you react? What would you still believe in? More importantly, would that make me right?

Right about what?
 
Never said:
Nevertheless, emotions are real, if those children you loved weren't real would that make your love a lesser thing?

Our reality is so fragile anyway, tomorrow you could be fired, your home taken away, your family killed by a drunk driver. Sicknesses can whither your body, age can whither your mind.

In truth, I think I'd despair for a long, long time. It would be as though everyone had died. A part of me is only I; a part of me is also my memories, my friends, my country, my politics.

If that was torn away, I believe a piece of me would die with that illusion.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :cool: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I think therefore I believe.

I kept thinking about my post and something just felt off about it...then I read yours and I know why...I didn't mean to imply that my reality as I know it would mean nothing to me, My love & emotions very real, if it was shaken by any one of the incidents you mentioned I would be devistated and would indeed be in despair. When I replied I was thinking along the lines of " a brain in a tank" suddenly becoming aware that it was such...with nothing ever having been a "reality" including emotions...much like a dream. I have awoken from dreams quite sad that they were gone...only to move on and forget about them , maybe with luck catching a glimpse of one in a memory.

These topics are so hard to discuss in writing, I can never get my thoughts to come across like I want......*sigh*


IT ALL MAKES SENSE TO ME ;)

[Edited by Adoratrice on 09-26-2000 at 04:20 PM]
 
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