I was just walking dogs and thinking and trying to philosophise when I began (once again) to contemplate reality and our interactions with each other. I am not the only one who experiences reality. We all experience reality, but I am the only one who experiences my reality. And my reality is often determined by how I feel, consequences from past experiences, things I have been taught, and the people with whom I associate. Is reality a choice? God tells us what reality is, but who we are affects how we will accept that. We each experience the world in different ways. But truly, is this world REALITY? No. Heaven is the only really real reality.
Does anyone else find the idea of reality interesting? I forget that I am not the only one in my universe. (How depraved is that? Yes, depraved. I am so ego-centric. Now you know.) As I walked the dog and began to continue down this thought path I then began to entertain the idea of our reality as only being holograms. What if this world was only us? What if it was like the Truman Show, but really the people we were interacting with weren't actors they were nothings. Then, I would be typing not to people who were pretending to care, but nobodies. There would be no point in living if ever I were to discover this fact.
If all of us were ourselves, but reality did not exist because we were all holograms there would still be no point to life. I began to contemplate that if we (as in the I, myself) was the only reality I would really have to be the creator of my reality because I would then I have to create myself. There could be a "god" who created by false reality, but why would that "god" choose to make me "understand" the false reality? That god would be purposeless in itself. And then, what would history be if I were the only real? Nothing. How do we know that the past has happened? We say we know because of documents and photographs and memories. What are memories? What are photographs? How do we know that we have taken those pictures? Because we remember what we experienced. How can we trust what we remember? People retell memories different every time a story is told.
I love meandering down this thought path. To question the distant past is easier to do. When you talk about questioning the whole past that must include yesterday. I know that yesterday happened because today is occurring. Isn't the present so funny? The present flies by quicker than the future or the past and yet that's all we have. Decisions are made in the present with consequences for the future and memories for the past. The Lord tells us we must live in the present. That is all we have. Hmm...intriguing thought to think on after I write the next paragraph...
When I was in the second or third grade I remember realizing that the present immediately becomes the past. I was intrigued with this idea. I realized that every word I said, as soon as it was stated, became a thing of the past. I went up to my teacher, the beloved Mrs. Bruns and began to describe the excitement of my discovery to her. "Mrs. Bruns!" I exclaimed, "did you know that this is the present, but that's the past...OH! That's the past, and that, and that...hahahahaha." A strange child was I...always and for ever.
The present is all we have...on this earth...as sin-filled creatures. What happens when we enter eternity? What will we have then? We will have eternity. What is eternity? It will not be as fleeting as the present. The past will not affect us...or will it? From our eternal perspective, when did Jesus die? When did His blood cleanse us from all our unrighteousness? Will there be a future? Will future worlds be created? Did the Lord create past worlds before our own?
Do those types of questions and ponderings really matter? I suppose not. It's "outside the realm of...purposeful thinking."
Has anyone ever watched "The Sting"? I have yet to finish. It's an old movie slightly like Ocean's Eleven, etc, but set in the thirties and with different contexts and persons. Robert Redford and Paul Newman are the main characters with some other exciting actors. Ahh! The old actors. Maybe I should write an excerpt on them. :0)
I love to ramble in out loud silence.
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