Okay, maybe the question is only circulating around my hood, uh, er, head. With that said, my response to MrsBlogAlot‘s post was, “I know I’m real because I pinched my arm and it hurts.”
Really? What kind of answer is that?
I now refer to Alice in Wonderland when Alice says, and I’m paraphrasing, “I must be real because I’m crying tears.”
To which the Mad Hatter or another character responds with, “How do you know they’re real tears?”
Exactly, how do I know MrsBlogalot is real, or Tracie at Stir-Fry Awesomeness, or Reforming Geek at Confessions of a Reforming Geek, or Ziva at Ziva’s Inferno, or JD at I Do Things So You Don’t Have . . ., or any of you for that matter.
I think Ivy at UnscriptedLife is real because she guest posted here, and we’ve communicated by email. I know. I’ve spoken with others by email. But email doesn’t bleed, and for all I know, I could have been conversing with Alice, or Miss Marple, or Madame Bovary, or some other fictional character, or even a spam alien.
Well, you can pinch your arm all you like, but still it is you that is pinching your own arm and telling me you’re real in a virtual world that thrives on nano seconds and imaginary trips around the world, swinging from one site to the next on monkey bar links that disappear, like a room, after you leave it. Remember a tree falls in the forest? Well, does it make a sound or not?
Goddamn it! I want to know the truth.
“You can’t handle the truth!”
I know I can’t. I get it. I prefer fantasy, as fiction is my game. Making mole hills into mountains is an obsession that sends my thoughts flitting about on endless tangential romps or head trips, as I like to call them. If only I could anchor my thoughts, but they seem to have a mind of their own.
But enough about me and more about you. You know who you are. Glenn at Man Over Board and J at Bonehead, and is Bonehead the name on your birth certificate? C’mon. Really? All of you. Are you real or not?
And is reality more like Einstein’s Theory of Relativity or your Aunt Rose’s smeared clown lipstick face? I need answers, and I need them now!
Also, is there really a God?