i wrote this in my journal after having a session with my brother. it scared me alot after reading it. hope it makes you think too How do we know that the colour one person sees isnt completely different to what another one sees, i mean my orange could be my dads green but we will just never know because we can never see what someone else can. what we see and do is like our own personal movie, only we can see and do it, so we can put absolutely whatever we want into it. how do you really know that what you see or hear isnt just your imagination? even people talking to you is completely your imagination. your friends and your family are just your imagination, something your mind has made up and put infront of your eyes. you reading this is just something you didnt even realise you were thinking about popping in your mind and your just seeing it. you could be completely and utterly alone in this world and you just dont realise, because your imagination IS your life.
... That actually is a pretty weird mind-fuck. That's what I always think about. Like how do I know that all of life isn't just like a big trip that somebody else is having. Or I'm just a small character in someone's dream. My whole life which seems to me like years is actually only one night. But yeah I hate thinking about this stuff. Major mind fuck for me.
oh my god......I think that all the time...people just tell me I am mad when I try to talk to them about it - thank god there is someone else out there that sees where I am coming from! I mean do we only see what we see as a product of our imaginations, and if our back is to something and we can't actually see it...is it really there? I don't know if that actually made sense, but I know what I am trying to say....hopefully someone else will too!
I know totally what your saying. But it's just crazy. I mean not just this, but there's other mindfucks. Like death... What happens after you die. I believe you go to heaven or hell but I really don't believe in having a new life after you die. But what does it feel like after you die? It feels like nothing. You don't exist anymore. You're just gone. What do you see, feel, hear? Your body just stops but where does your soul go? What exactly do you feel if you go to heaven or hell? Do you just live there like you did before but in those conditions? Also, do you ever get another chance at life? Or do you just live there for all eternity? What happens after it's all over? You don't exist... Anyways, it's best not to totally get into it, because you can go on for hours.
I've always wondered about the color thing too. I doubt it is the case, because each color has a particular measurable wavelength, but if the perception were different it could be real, and there wouldn't be a real way to tell.
ive thought of this too. or what if this "imagination" is just huge dream that is being fueled by everyones energy, or not a dream, maybe a trip, or not even that... it could be anything..... and ive heard that some people see different hues of certain colours, but idk its just fucked up, this thing we call life..
I think about this a lot, too. It's also occurred to me that maybe I'm just in a coma and having a dream, and all the people in my life are just characters in the dream, products of my imagination, and one day I'm going to wake up and go back to my real life, before the coma. That just scares me.
Well I understand the overall point, the color example isn't necessarily the best track. A lot of people do see colors differently, they're called color blind. My girlfriends dad can only see a few colors, everything else either "rounds to the closest color he can see" or is gray. Another guy I know can only see primary colors. It's pretty fucked up. Also, while you could be in a perpetual dream, I feel it's very short sighted to view life like that. It completely dismisses everyone elses existence and experiences. Unless you conjecture that we are all simultaniously living in our own realities. Which of courses raises the next question of how interaction is possible. In my most recent psychadelic experience I decided that everyone is part of one giant reality, space and planes of existence are encapsulated spheres we are all points on the sphere and time is the paths we all follow on the outer shell. Where paths intersect we develope interactions and friendships. Trick is different people are on different spheres of existence so there are always several people that never interact at all. Plus each person has their own individual mental worlds of interactions, friends, and moods; so each point (person) is encased in spheres as well. EDIT ADDITION: This model is particularly interesting to me because the universe as we know it is infinite, so in theory, we too are in capsulated in a sphere. The question is traveling about in this space, psychadelics are certainly a way to gain awareness, but clearly not the only way, since afterall there are plenty of people that use drugs and don't think in this line at all...
