“We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness.” — Albert Einstein
Can you prove to me that you are conscious or that you have independent thought? My perception of you is what I deem as real. I create an idea/story of who you are. I will like or dislike you because I project certain qualities of mine at you.
Or maybe we are all one. Every consciousness at once. Past, present and future. A spiritual sharing that ends and doesn’t end at the same time. All designed to enlighten- ever lasting thoughts.
Philosophically speaking, no one truly knows or can prove anything. Theories and thoughts that keep me up at night. I’ve avoided all detection and calculated guessing. Only to share random thoughts for me to enjoy.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
I have no idea. Or maybe I do. Perhaps it’s both. Existential crisis of the day.
Last night my 13 year old daughter had an adventure. Not a physical adventure. But more of a mind blowing adventure. We spoke of parallel universes and timelines. I’ve always been good at open discussion on this subject. Not my first time running around this course…
My daughter is far beyond herself in the philosophical department. Oftentimes keeping herself awake at night as her brain focuses on the obscure. She has asked that her and I sit down and talk. I’ve had to ask for a delay in this, since I have to work and have a few prior arrangements. Pretty sure this won’t be the end of our discussions even if I didn’t have to postpone.
But it leaves me with a dilemma. Do I sugarcoat and dumb down my talks with her? Or should I explain that no one knows the truth? Maybe I can point her towards some of the more realistic ideals in life. Or am I going to hinder her mental progress?
You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I think that in the end I can only guide her towards what she seeks. I can explain what other people have thought about life, the universe and everything. I can lend her books and ask her questions- but I can’t tell her what’s real.