Is anything in this world as real as it appears to be? My philosophy class is killing all of my assumptions and ability to believe that experience is how we come to find truth. How we come to find ourselves. Who am I then? I doubt I'm really in this world at all. It depresses me to think I'm working for nothing. It's like that whole safety net theory about god. believe because you might be wrong. If I did believe only to find out there were no gods I'd die in vain knowing I worked for nothing and spent my life dedicated to something false. Belief is not truth. What is truth if our own eyes and ears deceive us? There is no truth. There is only perception. We are unable to know it if we have never experienced it.
So where am I right now? Looking at my bright computer screen through my curly hair? Typing up a blog post? Listening to Missy Elliott?
Or am I a fucking brain in a jar? Being controlled by outside forces... forced to live and experience a world that does not truly exist.
Nothing makes sense anymore. What am I doing here? I don't know.
2 comments:
Yeah listening to Missy Elliott does that to people.
And you have bigger hangups about God than I do...lol. If I found out there was no God, I'd just be like "Okay, atheists and Wil Francis were right all along. Let's go make some cookies and be nice to people."
yeah, i've always had hang ups about god... that's why I'm an atheist: I've spent so much time thinking about it in the first place.
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