Chapter 51: Absolute Truth

There has been a question that has always been persisting me up until now, perhaps, from the age of 7 years of age. 12 years...

Is this world that I see and feel, and this 'life' I am living, just a dream created from my own mind and perspective?

Is this simply a dream?

We see news of deaths and accidents, we feel pain, and we feel happiness. But how do we know if we only think of pain as pain, or of happiness as happiness, because we see it that way?

Do we mold the structure of the world we live in and see? If so, do we each have a personal world that is modified to some extension by our own minds? Whereby the majority of these personal worlds have similarities that allow them to partially converge together into what we call 'reality'?

If this is so... if I am simply 'sleeping' and 'living' a 'dream'... than what is the absolute truth? Or is there even one?

To that extent, I have come to think of a possible idea.

Is everything simply data? Even these thoughts that flow through me could simply be data.

Let's say... that this possibility is very real.

Then everything would be data shaped, restructured and degraded, all according to our programming.

In this case, is it possible that we use very similar programs to structure and modify these data? These data structures may simply be alternate forms of the very same play dough we used.

And, perhaps through upgrading, and generating more thoughts, learning more from other different views and perspectives, would it be possible to change the data to something we all agree on? Maybe a world that we can all share in harmony.

Perhaps. This is, after all, just another possibility.

Until then.