dredredrizzle

something only has to meet your preconceived expectations in your mind for you to accept it. Say, if I were to beam an image from my mind into yours. If the image was accurate, you may reject it as foreign due to your expectations not aligning with it. If the image was horribly inaccurate but possessed the qualities you thought it needed to have, you might accept it. So how am I to know what is real? My existence is just an interpretation of the environment around me. Between the translation of perception to idea to language to speech, and back, how can my world possibly breach all those barriers and make it into someone else unscathed? How can my existence be anything but Inherently lonely? What is my existence? What am I? Am I a body, am I a brain, am I an electrochemical reaction? Maybe I'm just a pattern. A vibration not unlike that of a guitar string, and this body just happens to have set the conditions for me to resonate. There's a lot of questions I'm never going to have the answers for.