๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ? //โ
โช๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ + ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ?โ
At what point does imagination- that which is not yet outside of the wanderings and curious expansions of the mind- become reality?โ โ
Is the realness of something to do with how many people believe in it? Is it when it's "proven" with a method that at one point in time, came from the imagination of another; one iteration to another and another- and then one day it just was; an accepted absolute seemingly dropped from out of nowhere? โ โ
Is everything we deem fictional, just one imagining-put-into-form away from becoming "real" or "true"? โ
Who defines what is real? What is "real"? What if this thing we call "real life" is just a dream- the witness [Soul] processing and projecting and when we are sleeping "we" are actually awake? And then when we think we are waking, we are really just retreating back into the dream?โ
โ The more I question, the more I seek, the less I am certain of any one thing.
The less I know to be "true", the less I believe impossible.โ โ
I wonder, if all that we grasp to as "the way it is" is- for better or worse- merely a collective imagining. If so...
...๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ other than a label given to compartmentalize a set of stories, ideas, beings and ways of being that are imagined; created but not yet proven by other imagined constructs; that which is unable to be "proven" by the limited faculties of our sleeping selves- not yet in the consciousness of a critical mass that makes it real?โ โ
I donโt know but iโm curious.
โงซ ๐ฆ๐ช๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ + ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ โ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฃ/๐ค๐ช/๐ค๐ฃโ