It’s an odd experience, trying to sort truth from propaganda and outright lies because if one thing is true, the other thing can’t be, and the whole narrative we’re being told falls apart. If some of the “facts” we are given are fabricated, then obviously, we can’t use those facts as a basis for balancing what is real against what is not. Although it doesn’t make it so, I tend to believe that what is banned is in fact real because my blog was banned, and that sure is real and not spam or fake or whatever other rational FB used to ban it. And I tend to believe that banned stories are true, because if they were false, no one would care enough to ban them. (And if you think that the self-appointed gatekeepers of information have your best interests in mind, think again!)
If what we are learning about certain corrupt hack politicians is true, then it makes for a very scary future. In fact, the whole scenario of this election in the USA sounds so much like a farfetched political thriller, with the fate of world dependent on the outcome, that none of it seems real. And maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s all a play — or some sort of alternate reality — being enacted for our benefit.
So what is real? It comes down to what we can see out in the real world, not on news broadcasts (because those are horrendously biased), or in videos (because those can be falsified), or in photos (because of the ability of anyone to alter any photo). And it’s about what we hear in the real world, again, not from broadcasts, videos, etc.
So, this computer is real, as am I. The sun outside is real. The squirrel that is eating at the birdfeeder next door is real (though I’m sure the birds wished it weren’t).
In this version of reality, there are no politics, no lies or “false facts,” no grab for globalist power.
There’s just me and what I personally experience.
But when things are narrowed like that in a discussion of reality, we have to wonder if what we see, hear, touch, taste, smell is really real. The mind, apparently, has an infinite capacity for self-deception, especially in times of chaos and confusion. It can convince us that whatever reality it has conjured for us is in fact happening, when it might simply be our poor overworked brains trying to make sense of a senseless world. We also seem to come equipped with blinkers, which keep us from seeing that what is happening out in the world is actually happening to us.
So is anything real? On a certain level, of course, nothing is real. Everything comes down to various wavelengths or particles of energy that seem to disappear into nothingness the closer one looks. Our brains — themselves wavelengths or particles of energy — translate that energy into the reality it wants to feed us. Still, whatever the truth, I think we have to pretend that something is real.
Since I can’t verify that anything going on outside my personal range is actually happening, I choose to pretend that my senses are showing me a version of reality — the only reality — that is real and true.
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October 31, 2020 at 12:17 pm
Reminds me of the theory that we are all living inside some kind of computer game or simulation. Maybe we are The Sims (used to love that old game) and don’t know it.
Your thoughts on why things are being banned and why certain politicians are so far above the law are the same as my own. I try so hard not to worry about the future of this country, but there are days that it is just about all I can think about. I don’t understand our media and their willingness to prostitute themselves for such horrible people. Coverups are disgusting.
October 31, 2020 at 1:44 pm
I comfort myself with the thought that no one cares about us here in the back of beyond (and this truly is way back from beyond the nearest big city), but you don’t have that consolation. It’s a foolish comfort anyway, because the arms of big government and big business and big military reach far.
I think it’s funny that people always point to Walter Cronkite as the last moral talking head, but he got his push because he was going to tell something about Kennedy’s assassination just a few days after it happened, and he caved and covered it up. What a world.