This dream that I’m dreaming is my reality

This dream that I’m dreaming is my reality. Yet, this idea, “reality”, as if there is any “fakety” to oppose it …, what do we mean by it?

The real is opposed to the imaginary and reality is a summation of everything that is real, as in not imaginary. But what if I imagine something that is identical to it’s real counterpart, does that make the imaginary more real?

So far there is nothing in our understanding of the very small or the very large that suggests anything completely fundamental about the universe. I mean, think about it. Energy, the most basic thing must be considered as is, a self defined concept that we mount our entire theory on. Which is extremely useful but it is made up, it is not a fundamental property, like mass, for example.

Completely fundamental means that something is so basic that it cannot be expressed as a sum of parts, like say the electron was once believed to be. The truth is reality is very imaginary so far.

Most of the stuff around you, below you and above you is empty space.

Most of what you perceive is mediated by various fields interacting with each other, not direct experience.

The size of the universe is ridiculous. Not to mention that the idea of size is, again, imaginary when applied to “how big is everything”.

The DNA copies itself. It just happens. There are little worker proteins who just happen to unzip genetic information and copy it piece by piece.

And we call this “reality”. Are we serious? Everything we discover at fundamentally small or large sizes is just description, not explanation. And descriptions are all imaginary.

All reality is rooted in imaginary because we’re unable to get any information as fundamental explanation. The Big Bang, a real event rooted in an imaginary state, the state of before the Big Bang. The singularity, a reality entirely engulfed in the imaginary. This one is effectively funny:

“a one-dimensional point which contains a huge mass in an infinitely small space”

A one dimensional point. We can’t even draw in one dimension. A dot is a circle no matter how small we make it. We have to imagine the idea of “one dimension”.

So the process that I am lives in a real reality enveloped in imaginary concepts, but the imagination is merely a part of the process, so it’s like I am enveloped around myself. And so are you.

This dream that we’re dreaming is our reality.

Whether God’s will created it, or whether He was mute;
Perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did not;
Only He who is its overseer in highest heaven knows,
Only He knows, or perhaps He does not know.
— Rigveda 10:129–6

That is why the docile uninvolved annoy me so much.

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