i have been thinking a lot lately about the perception of reality. the house i am currently in and renting, for instance a side from myself their is not a single person who has been here that is relivent to my life, as such their is no preservable reality to it. the instant i am moved out it will have essentially been the equivalent to a fantasy or a delusion. when i look back and talk to people about this point in my life i will have existed in Lethbridge and Calgary, because i was perseved as myself their by others, yet i will not have existed in fort Macleod, because the day i am gone, no one here will know that anything has changed, no one will be able to confirm my existence. and my retelling cannot be considered anything more then a delusion unless confirmed by a third party. its strange to have a feeling of non exestance, its like this whole part of my life never really happened.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 05:49:13 +0000
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