I so enjoyed the discussion in class today. You know when you're really young and you think about college in the future, you think about all those wonderful philosophical conversations you'll have and how you're mind will change without you even realizing it? I feel like today was one of those days. Reality is so strange was I start thinking about it. These are my thoughts:
In high school, my friends and I used to discuss how we understood color. Red has a meaning to me, but it is not necessarily the same as how one of my friends might understand it. Also, how do we know that when we say "red" we are even talking about the same color? There is really no way to prove that so do we just have to accept that our belief in what "red" is is the same so that we may move on with the discussion? But then isn't any point reached in that discussion up for debate as well because its foundation is fundamentally fractured since we have failed to define the term "red?"
When I ponder what my reality is, I think about my dog. I love her more than anything and I feel that as long as she is with me I will be in my reality. Some day, she won't be with me, though. When that day comes will I enter a fantasy world? I'm sure it will feel like a fantasy world. But then maybe I'm in a fantasy world now and when she is gone I will wake up and reenter reality without her. Je ne sais pas.
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