It breaks my heart to realise that I am in reality: when I know, see and perhaps believe everything that I imagine.
I wish reality would scare me.
I shall share a secret. I am in love with my imagination.
Posted by Pinkjumpers in Art, life, Thoughts Tags: art, Life, Thoughts
August 26, 2011 at 12:56 am
If it’s any reconciliation, as soon as you imagine something, it brings it into reality as an entity that you percieve to exist, and that does truly exist in your mind anyway; thusly you could argue that it does indeed exist. Furthermore, how do you know that you are living in reality anyway? I would say ‘we’ but I could too be a figure in your head, or vice versa. I often wonder if we are living in a dream? Descartes said ‘I think, therefore I am,’ but how do we know those thoughts aren’t being, or conversely, have been, programmed by some other entity/non-entity? Moreover, it’s Matt! Hello 😛
August 26, 2011 at 8:29 am
You definitly are just a figure in my head 😉 xP x
Haha, that is one intricate essay there! 😀
A* for you 🙂
And yes I agree that what ever you believe- true or not- it doesn’t matter because you believe it!
Therefore it IS true!
Furthermore, it’s Anna! Hello 😛 x
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