Lights Out Alice!
What is real?
What is not?
What is logic?
What is feeling?
Is there any point in these fruitless pursuit of goals?
Real? Are you? Am i ? And i am not saying all of these because i watched a movie on a schizophrenic. That movie just flashed a light on that ever dark cave in my mind in which resides my deepest fears. Fears, that tell me that all my pursuits are futile. All i am doing, ever did, planning to do and will possibly have failed to do is not real. All these things, these attempts to form an objective for your life, the attempts to assure yourself that every movement, every passing second, every rotation of the earth on it's own axis is leading you to somewhere. It is all a part of the ride that ends in ever lasting sunshine.
What if the planet does not spin on it's own axis and it is just a lie that we are being forced to accept. What if part of most of our daily lives and fundamental rules of existence are just ploys made to force us into the scene.
What if there are things that we are forced to dream, to imagine them as real even though our brain tells us about the contrary. What if the brain is in turn playing us, and is unable to reason for itself and distinguish between what it created and what was already there.
What if all that i am ever to do is nothing? What if i am forced to imagine all of this through a script run in my mind by species created by man or extra terrestrial who need the data of my brain to map it's function by simulating a lifetime.
Now, even for my current mood, that last paragraph was a bit far fetched. But think about it, why did i suddenly feel that the last paragraph cannot be real but wrote several paragraphs against it before. Why did my perception change? Who controls my perception? Who controls what i think? I certainly don't because my brain makes me feel that my head is a separate entity altogether, thus contorting the entire situation into a highly implausible situation that only a crazy man would believe in.
Who makes us believe things? How do my thoughts think? Who is controlling my thoughts since it definitely not me. Somebody or something is making me feel, think and judge things that are around me. That someone is also creating situations around me to make all of this feel real.
P.s: These are thoughts penned one late night (post 2:45 am) after watching the movie A beautiful mind (Based on the life of John Nash).
Lights Out Alice!
What is real?
What is not?
What is logic?
What is feeling?
Is there any point in these fruitless pursuit of goals?
Real? Are you? Am i ? And i am not saying all of these because i watched a movie on a schizophrenic. That movie just flashed a light on that ever dark cave in my mind in which resides my deepest fears. Fears, that tell me that all my pursuits are futile. All i am doing, ever did, planning to do and will possibly have failed to do is not real. All these things, these attempts to form an objective for your life, the attempts to assure yourself that every movement, every passing second, every rotation of the earth on it's own axis is leading you to somewhere. It is all a part of the ride that ends in ever lasting sunshine.
What if the planet does not spin on it's own axis and it is just a lie that we are being forced to accept. What if part of most of our daily lives and fundamental rules of existence are just ploys made to force us into the scene.
What if there are things that we are forced to dream, to imagine them as real even though our brain tells us about the contrary. What if the brain is in turn playing us, and is unable to reason for itself and distinguish between what it created and what was already there.
What if all that i am ever to do is nothing? What if i am forced to imagine all of this through a script run in my mind by species created by man or extra terrestrial who need the data of my brain to map it's function by simulating a lifetime.
Now, even for my current mood, that last paragraph was a bit far fetched. But think about it, why did i suddenly feel that the last paragraph cannot be real but wrote several paragraphs against it before. Why did my perception change? Who controls my perception? Who controls what i think? I certainly don't because my brain makes me feel that my head is a separate entity altogether, thus contorting the entire situation into a highly implausible situation that only a crazy man would believe in.
Who makes us believe things? How do my thoughts think? Who is controlling my thoughts since it definitely not me. Somebody or something is making me feel, think and judge things that are around me. That someone is also creating situations around me to make all of this feel real.
P.s: These are thoughts penned one late night (post 2:45 am) after watching the movie A beautiful mind (Based on the life of John Nash).
Lights Out Alice!
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