spaceroach
Bluelighter
What is all this? (gesturing around) What does it mean?
The more I read about the nature of the universe, the mechasnisms that do things like impart mass to matter or make objects solid, the more surreal the world becomes. Subatomic particles are made of... sort of nothing, kinda. I can't say I have a grasp of quantum physics, but I keep seeing headlines like "Universe may be a Hologram, says astrophysicist".
And truly, we get down to brass tacks here, there is the objective vs. subjective reality debate. How much do our perceptions (and our perceptual defecits) affect our inner model of the universe? And what is really out there?
For all you know you are a disembodied consciousness in an immaterial void experiencing pure hallucination. Everything, everyone you know, is a figment of your imagination. What if?
And really, I can't be the only person who finds reality to be "thin" somehow, or shallow, and worn and frayed at the edges. And behind this facade? Can it even be known by a single conscious mind? Am I even real, or is my awareness just some projection of some Celestial Dreamer, creating all the infinity and experiencing it first hand?
This is my frustration: I can never know.
The more I read about the nature of the universe, the mechasnisms that do things like impart mass to matter or make objects solid, the more surreal the world becomes. Subatomic particles are made of... sort of nothing, kinda. I can't say I have a grasp of quantum physics, but I keep seeing headlines like "Universe may be a Hologram, says astrophysicist".
And truly, we get down to brass tacks here, there is the objective vs. subjective reality debate. How much do our perceptions (and our perceptual defecits) affect our inner model of the universe? And what is really out there?
For all you know you are a disembodied consciousness in an immaterial void experiencing pure hallucination. Everything, everyone you know, is a figment of your imagination. What if?
And really, I can't be the only person who finds reality to be "thin" somehow, or shallow, and worn and frayed at the edges. And behind this facade? Can it even be known by a single conscious mind? Am I even real, or is my awareness just some projection of some Celestial Dreamer, creating all the infinity and experiencing it first hand?
This is my frustration: I can never know.