Prove to me

Prove to me that you exist. I don't care if you write it down, say it out loud or think it in your head. Prove to me that you're not bring controlled by some random scientist in some other reality. Prove to me that you exist.

You're probably thinking, well, I'm reading this blog, I'm thinking in my head, I feel my desk.

But our senses lie to us all the time. They are changed and altered by drugs and chemicals. How do you know they aren't being altered now?

That's right, you can't.

You can't sit here and prove that you exist. But you have to, right? How else would you be here? But how do I know you're here. What if this world is made up of my imagination and everyone else is just a pawn. Now you're thinking, this bitch is crazy. But how would I know that? How would I know that you're inside your own head and I'm inside of mine? You would have to tell me, but people lie all time time with their words.

Think of our dreams. Inside our heads we create dream worlds and situations that aren't real all the time. Maybe this is all just one dream. A dream of something completely different than us.

Assuming I'm not crazy, you do exist. You have to exist. You're here, aren't you? But you can't prove that you exist in this form. As a human. You could be a jelly blob in space. You could be a sea bear in the ocean. Space and ocean may not be real.

The fact is, the world as you think you know it may not be anything. We already know how insignificant in the universe. We know how insignificant we are as a single person in this world. So, what now?

You believe, in whatever way you choose, that you're here because you're here. Who gives a fuck why because you made it. You're living. That, in itself, is pretty amazing.