I must confess that I often wonder if I am in fact alone.
I mean, are any of YOU actually REAL? Much more likely, you are all figments of my furtive imagination.
Think about it. The only thing that can really be real to us are our own experiences. Those experiences are second hand since if I touch you, it is in fact something in my brain that interprets what that touch should feel like and hell, what is ‘feeling’ anyway? Its something in my consciousness and in my brain and nothing to do with the atoms and molecules of my hand brushing against the atoms and molecules of you. Our entire experience of OUT THERE is ….. INSIDE OF US.
You do not exist people I know it. I create you in my mind and consciousness and there is just me. I am alone.
Perhaps this is really The Matrix and I paid money to play this game. Pushed into this creation for a while to experience something different? As I have written before, even though I awoke this morning and knew continuity in my life, there is no proof that yesterday ever happened. It could simply be an experience programmed into my consciousness to give me context for today. I am alone and just for the day.
Think about it. Well, if you have any reality outside of my consciousness, think about it and get back to me…. Are you real?
Or am I alone?
Then there is the book….