After I watched 40-some minutes of "What the bleep do we know?" about 4 months ago, I can't stop asking myself the question: "Is my mind creating all
of this??" I know from my own research that "What the bleep do we know?" has bee debunked. So lets just ignore the movie itself. It's the question
that's bugging me and this thread is relevant.
"Is my mind creating all of this?" Impossible. That's what I tell myself. My mind couldn't possibly generate all of this. This is an outside reality
and I am a participant inside my body. In fact, my body is a part of this outside world. So my mind is just along for the ride. But how do I know
this? I don't. I've never seen my brain. And even if I did, how do I know that my mind isn't just creating what I would expect to see (i've seen
pictures of the brain)? How do know that this isn't a hyper realistic dream? The question seems pointless because it cannot be answered. Any rationale
person would stop asking it. But the question pops up every now and then. I'll be watching something or reading something or doing something and BAM,
"Is my mind creating this?"
It's weird. All of the people on ATS are not part of my imagination. All of the people I know in RL are not my imagination. This house I'm in is not
my imagination. That's what I tell myself. I tell myself it's narcissist and destructive to think that any of this isn't real. But then I tell myself
that no one can know. As long as I don't harm anyone or hurt myself as a result of what I think then I should be free to think it. I have a lot of
fears. Fears about death. Fears about losing others. Fears about people. Fears about the world. To know that this is just my imagination is a
liberating concept. I don't want to go out and murder people because it's not real, I want to go out and not be afraid because it's not real. But none
of this matters because the question cannot be answered and so long as it's a question I have to be careful of where I go with it.
I sometimes remember my dreams. I think that's part of it. The spontaneity of the characters in my dreams sometimes makes me think that my
expectations about reality can influence my perceptions not just in dreams but in reality. This is part of the reason I fear. I cannot easily change
my expectations. My mind can generate characters. But anyway, the fact that I"ve remembered my dreams leads me to ask these kinds of questions, I
If that makes any sense, great. But none of this really makes sense, does it? If you want something to make sense, grab a calculator or a microscope.
These kinds of questions simply can't be answered. They DON'T make sense. Not until we have answers.
Without answers it's just a dream. Answers make things real.
It's not so much that reality is outside and our mind is perceiving it. I am 9/10 in agreement. But I think that our own mind's expectations about
reality plays a role that's stranger or more significant than we're giving it credit for. My dreams tell me that and, insofar as dreams go, that's an
answer. I just don't know how deep the rabbit hole goes. How far do the expectations go. Where does reality begin? Is an outcome something that
happens 'out there' or is it mutual? Is it a combination of energies in our universe and the expectations in our own mind? Do we BELIEVE in murderers?
Do we BELIEVE in goodness? Do we BELIEVE in space and stars and moons and asteroids and nebula? Do our beliefs influence this reality in some way that
we're incapable of understanding right now? Ultimately, I probably hit something somewhere. If you throw enough sh** on the wall then something will
stick. But the question of what is and isn't is unanswerable.
"So what happened to him?"
"One thought he was invincible. The other thought he could fly. They were both wrong."
Steven Seagal for the win.
edit on 4-6-2011 by jonnywhite because: (no reason given)