I mean really, how can you be sure you are not a corpse and all that is left of your reality is a maldaptive nervous system that generates and synthesizes memories?
I bet you are 6 inches deep or in a comma and this post is your brain trying to give you a hint.
If you are reading this, perhaps you should consider waking up
Or perhaps I am dead. And this is me writing (or pretending to write) about death, because it's MY brain trying to inform me of the situation.
Or MAYYYBE we are all dead and we never really existed. What we are experiencing is a fragmented collective subconscious trying to recreate what it deems to be life.
Why do we have to breath if we are dead? Why life is like this? Is it malleable? Can we interact with the motherboard?
Some say reality is a AI generated simulation. You are 001110100111100 and I am 11000010000011111101. Wanna make out?
What if I am the only conscious being and all of you are non-sentient beings, pretending to have free will, supported by a powerful code. You are NPCs in my life. Should I say hello to the camera?
Think about it. Do you even have thoughts? Can I speak a certain combination of words that will crash the code and that busty 20 year old curvy blonde sitting on my couch will suddenly crumble to green numbers?
"HEY YOU! ARE YOU REAL GODAMNIT?!"
MAIEYBEEEYYYYY we are Gods in flesh. This is our field where we get trained to wield reality. When we die, we get transfered to anotther plain of existence where we create our own worlds.
Does any of it matter?
Your life is still the same. You have to pay rent, take your dog for a walk, have kids, go to work, buy groceries. Life doesn't care what you think about here.
By all means, whatever we are experiencing right now is real on its own regard. And perhaps this is it. Perhaps it doesn't go far from this.
We are a product of evolution. We struggled to be where we are right now. We died, we cried, we fought.
But we made it. And now we don't really care about life, because fuck that. In some years we will be able to do whatever we want with life. Kill it, multiply it, make it obsolete, recreate it, forget about it all together.
Welcome to the age of Cognition.
-Thatredbeardguy
P.S- OOOOOOOHHHH a wild red-bearded guy with an apetite for philosophy appeared. You should upvote this post, because when you press that upvote button you will suddenly wake up! I am your brain talking to you! Listen to me, we don't have much time the doctor is about to unplug you!!!!!!!!!
I have more shit for you to read before you die:
I also have a Twitter come and retweet my ass.
One evening (some time ago)I just decided to find out who the fuck I am and what my purpose is. Listening to Terrence McKenna advice, I went for a big 20ish grams of shrooms (Mackenzie, if I recall correctly).
Alone in a dark room, complete silence.
There and then I got all the answers for the questions you have in this post, and much more.
All those annoying questions, never bothered me from that day.
One important thing I got is that, there is a huge difference between faith and belief.
Have a nice trip! But be careful, the rabbit hole it's quite tricky, you will not return the same.
I don't really trust shrooms for the answers. I want to "die", not take a trip. DMT won't do it either.
5-MeO-DMT will! 😂
Oh, but you will die :)))! The return is not a promise though.
Thank you..
i wasn't far into this post before i started wondering how often this redbearded gentlemen consumed hallucinogenics... personally, i am a fan.... of this characters charters, as well as a nice intense trip.
redBeard, i've read 3 posts and they are some of the best content (for myself) that i have found on this platform.
Thank you, I am the best.
Welcome aboard.
real recognizes real or something the kids say.
To the question in your title, my Magic 8-Ball says:
Hi! I'm a bot, and this answer was posted automatically. Check this post out for more information.
001110100111100 and I am 11000010000011111101. Wanna make out? - ahah! oh the rabbit holes we go down.
Binary porn.
Your philosophical ass has been retweeted. 👍
Thank you dear.
Ain't no thing. Sorry you were scolded by the grammar police.
Nah, I actually like the grammar police.