if reality isnt real

That's good, I want to remember that one.

 

e.a.poe wrote a little ditty that ended "... isn't all we see or seam, but a dream within a dream?"

but then we DO know about him, don't we ...

if you were dead and didn't know it, what would be your meaning of "dead"?

we're all just playing with words, while nature and the universe goes on being more diverse then can ever be totaly sim'd. i mean, how do you sim infinite diversity?

(or for that matter, any single awairness no matter how powerful or how anything else?)

there is a third order of intangability though, whether or not it's possible to experience more or less as we do living, is anybody's guess, and that's not the only possibility either.

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Hey themnax, you trippin? You quoted one of my favorite quotes from Poe--the repeated refrain from one of his poems--the precise verbiage is: "All that we see or seem/Is but a dream within a dream." And yeah, we know what he was on. God was kind enough to supply us with an assortment of painkillers, and Edgar A. made liberal use of one, at least--the poor guy was in mourning.

themnax: Possibilities unlimited.

Can I have some of that stuff you're on?

 

Both human and non human animals seek sensory experiences and perceive "A Reality" IMO, based on that particular life form's physical attributes, health, mental state, and programing.

 

i was tripping the other day and i had the exact same thing.
lbut it was like everybodys life was like a circuit and when it was time to dissapear we just got taken away. and nobody even noticed. fuck it scared me. and even though i was tripping i cant stop thinkinh about it

 

maybe were all like something just having a permanent dream, like an alien in a coma being born and living through its life- thinking its normal, but its just us thinking up this reality and its boundries, maybe when we die the person wakes up from a coma, or it dies itself, maybe the matrix trilogy is real or maybe all of this is a dream, were just brains in jars on gods shelf, or maybe we are god, we just made boundries to stop us from doing anything i doonoo

 

well as my mind gathers up shit ta say im thinkin kinda like that one dude there! the one that umm... iunno i forgot but anyway, my thoughts on reality.
*thinkin* what if we are all thoughts of eachothers thoughts, coming in contact with eachother and interacting. when you leave a person its like that person doesnt exist your world anymore until the next meet.
all are minds are different meaning we all have different veiws on what reality really is. we all live in different worlds but our minds interact with each other daily keeping us from losing what reality really is. a rock we all live on called earth that floats in space with a bunch of homosapiens interacting with there minds!!!
or i could be wrong by being a non-believer and God could exist and we all have a path chosen for us and shit happens for a reason and than we die and go ta heaven!
whatever reality really is, i still consider my life one big fuckin trip to death!
a journey, a rollercoaster, a path, whatever im on, its my reality! and no matter what in tha end nothing ever really matters cuz your gonna be 2 dead 2 care!

 

so its basically like the martix..that shits trippy as fuck