Reality, what is it?

By Kyle Perkins.

 

I was thinking to myself today, “why do we need sleep?” Which led me down a rabbit hole. Think about this. You go a day without sleep, you feel groggy, worn out, but what happens after that? Day two, you lines become blurry, the universe around you almost vibrates. When you go a few days or more without sleep, you start having auditory hallucinations. After several days, you start to have daylight hallucinations, seeing things that absolutely should not be there. Now, you go a couple days without good sleep and you have crazy vivid dreams, and anyone that has ever went on a drinking bender can tell you that, mainly due to the lack of good sleep you get when you’ve declared war on your liver. What’s weird to me is, if you don’t get good sleep for several days in a row, you hallucinate, but what if that is your body forcing you to have dreams while you’re awake? Little spurts of REM when you’re walking and talking in the world around you? Why do we need sleep? Is it what anchors us to this reality? Also, if reality is different for everyone and can be changed over something so trivial, can reality even exist? Think about it, in science, when something becomes a law in nature, it’s because it is a constant throughout the universe. For us though, it’s never a constant. It’s not like the second law of thermodynamics, it can literally change from me to you. So, how can we justify that it even exists? How can we pretend that something so different from one person to another has ever really existed? Why are we in it, and what does it all mean? I think reality as a whole is just our collective thoughts on it, what we all get the gist of when we look out the window, or is it? Because a color blind person looking out the window sees something completely different than what I am seeing. Can you be sure it exists? Can you be sure that you even exist? If something as simple as a few beers can change reality for us, then what makes us think we are even awake? A bee sees another universe when he looks out into the world, so how are we so certain of anything? Something far more advanced than us could see an entire different reality, something we aren’t even aware of, and yet we are so sure of ourselves, pretending we are masters of the universe. If reality cannot be replicated as a constant for everyone, then reality cannot exist. If it can’t exist, then what the fuck are we in right now?

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