Ever had a high fever? I mean really high fever? Dear fucking shit pants, it's like being on acid and getting the ball sack beat out of you. You hallucinate, ache, stutter, stare at Jesus shaped swirlies for hours and wonder if you're going to die, and eventually hope that you do.
I did not, however, die. I feel much better now.
But...
This brings me to the close of a long chapter of exploring the tolerances and pecularities of the limits of human perception. You see, we have this blog of neurons called a brain. All sensory input goes in. Some is real, some isn't.
Wait. How can sensory input be 'not real'? Invalid data. Better term.
Look. I've done all the drugs. I've done sensory deprivation. I've extensive training in meditation. I've done sleep deprivation and fasting. Severe fatigue, religious ecstacy, you name it. All of it. ALL of it. The brain makes it all up as we go along. Most of our memory is falsified, condensed and edited, but we believe it. Even simple darkness can make a shadow a wolf.
The human mind is not the end all and be all of knowledge. Shit. What else do we have? Nothing. Good luck. Nothing is knowable with any certainty. It is all illusion and what you are willing to believe or accept. Nothing is solid, permanent or even valid. Human experience is bunk and you pick what experiences you have.
Yes, there might be some no ideal solid universe on which we base our faulty perceptions, but what good is that? We can't ever know it in a true sense.
What to do?
Invent. Create. Rejoice. You are free. Nothing stands between you and what you want to envision and experience. I have an experiment for you to prove this....
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I ignore reality everyday and pretend I am a Superhero, it's fun
You need to lay off the whacky tobacky, friend.
Nice thought...
But the voices aren't letting me do it.
Angryman,
Hmmmm. That's an interesting rebuttal. Does that work in court?
Life is one giant exercise in suspension of disbelief. Call me existential or even (ug) a product of the school of phenomenology if you must, but this is no 'what if green is really red?', semi dope induced, high school bummery.
The idea that the world exists entirely of experiences of objects created from nothing goes all the way back to Plato. Granted, in its earlier forms, it proves inadequate to answer the more pressing questions raised by the likes of Samuel Johnson et al, but it has been revived time and time again by no less than Descartes, Spinoza and even Stanley Fish.
None of whom derrived their ideas from 'wacky tobacky', you rube.
Read a freaking book, asshole.
Malach,
What reality?
Moooooooog,
Unfortunately, there are no voices because all the angels are dead.
This post is just as lame as all your other posts.
Go back to Florida.
LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!
Nice retort. When did you start going by "Dr. Know-it-all-who-no-longer-has-a-sense-of-humor"?
When you started going by "guy-who-busts-out-one-liners-from-teenage-movies."
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