Even if I’m a butterfly dreaming its the sky, the fact that I can illustrate something I wonder about, even if I’m not sure it’s real or not, makes it real, in a way. I mean, in the way that Jason Voorhees is real, at least when you watch the movies.
I don’t get any of this shit though, I mean if it isn’t real, how can we imagine it? (Not including basing something imaginary on something real, like a horse plus unicorn.) Are we that awesome? ’‘points’’ ARE YOU A GOD??
Either way though, it doesn’t matter because stubbing my little toe, menstrual pains or the need to ruin my life with booze all seems real enough to me, despite how much philosophical mumbo jumbo somebody wants to throw in my face when it comes to the perception of everything.
Personally, I’m still stuck on wondering how we can define the concept of nothing.