krazykidd said:
"I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?" -Chuang tzu-
I have decided you are all fragments of my imagination. Prove to me that you aren't. Prove to me you exist. I am easily persuaded .
(i am not looking for pictures ,names , numbers or anything of the like. How does one prove their existance or the existance of others?)
I got past this level of solipsistic bullcrap in high-school and have no wish to revisit it. I could perhaps prove my existence to you, but in order to do so I would have to do horrible and illegal things, things so unpleasant that you would be sure you weren't imagining them. Also not something I'm up for- I tend to follow a live-and-let-live ethos.
I think the most ridiculous deconstruction of this happened at a woods party I attended with some friends. We met some toolbox who claimed to be studying metaphysics from an interdimensional being called Zaktar. His conversation with my friend Jake went a little something like this-
Disciple of Zaktar: We all manifest our own reality.
Jake: What do you mean?
DoZ: I mean that our realities are manifestations of our own thoughts and desires.
(Jake pauses to consider this)
Jake: What about rape victims?
DoZ: What about them?
Jake: Do rape victims manifest their own reality?
DoZ: Yes. Everyone manifests their own reality.
Jake: OK. We're going over there now.
(Exeunt Jake, Chin & Benny)