If you were given a choice.....where would you live?

If you were given a choice......... either to live in a glorious, happy, wonderful, DELUSION
or a saddening, depressing, boring REALITY,

... what would you choose?

How important is it to us that something is REAL?
Why do we take it so dear whether something is REAL or not?

Why are we willing to make the greatest of sacrifices, just so that something is REAL? Why do we value realness so highly over everything else?

And how can this all be................................. when we are all in effect uncertain of what reality really is, or whether it is as rigorous as we make it out to be.

For all we know, it can all exist inside our brains.... the WHOLE WORLD can itself be a DELUSION.

After all, even if reality does exist in some way, everyone has to live in a delusion to some extent anyway.

All the justifications we make, the social constructions, social contracts, propriety, ideas, opinions, lifestyles, methodisms, faith, happiness...

they're no more "REAL" than a delusion.... they are delusions of reality... and everyone's delusions are slightly (or in some cases, greatly) different, leading to different interpretations of "reality", thus leading to arguments, contradictions, etc etc etc etc.........

........................ how important is reality?

How important?

We all seem to take for granted that it is paramount that we don't live in our "own world".... that we should keep our feets on the ground............and not to dream, delude oneself too much....

Yet all of that, in the end, for what?

Why must we pertain, limit, ourselves to reality?

Why can't we live in a delusion?

Why does society hate it so much?

I suppose .............. the issue is when our delusionsal lives start overlapping.... when, because of our delusions, we interrupt other people's lives in an undesirable way... only then, does society really "care" about such delusional people, because it affects them.

Else, in all other cases, delusional individuals don't really matter to society. They honestly don't care about them, just as long as they stay in their own little world, and don't intrude upon them. Thus they leave them.

Whether, to the "deluded", "crazy", individuals, this act allows them "freedom" (in the own delusional interpretations of this world) or "inhibition" (they're limited to their own delusional interpretations, unable to experience other people's delusions) I do not know.

Yet I am certain no-one directly faces, plunges into reality in all its bareity... with no delusions in their mind at all. It's impossible for humans.

Everyone has delusions.

They have things they like, things they hate.
Things they want to avoid, things they want to happen.
Things they have passion, will die for......
People they love dearly............. believing in things.............trusting........................predicting....

they're all delusions, of course.

Yet human frailty causes us to rely on these delusions,

convincing us that they have rigorous grounding, that they are part of reality....

Else we won't be able to live.

We need certainty, rigour in our lives.

Or else, we will all collapse amidst a chaos into misery.

We want order, and these delusions provide them.

We want to live in this world, and these delusions allow us to interpret the world in a way that is familiar to us, understandable, reasonable, to oneself.

Delusions are unique to human beings.

We may be impressed at how sly, deceptive, clever we are... (there are theories that human intelligence evolved from the evolutionary motive that the more deceptive individuals survived better)

Well, the ultimate act is when we fool ourselves.

The ultimate deception. The pinnacle of intelligence.

As Orwell put it - "doublethink" - the ability to fool ourselves into a delusion, then the ability to deliberately forget that we deluded ourselves.

A true art. For it allows us to cope with "reality", because at best, "reality" is just another delusion to oneself anyway.

Thus there was no choice after all.