One evening, a little boy was on a walk on a path in the woods just outside of his home. He was about to head back home from his day of chasing bugs and making forts, when a shiny pebble on the ground winked at him from the corner of his eye. He stooped down to look at it. The boy couldn't place a colour to it, as it seemed to change in the sunset, fading between blue and violet. His mother would love it, so he tried to pick it up. It wouldn't budge.
He dug a small moat around it with his tiny fingers and tried to pry it out again. He pulled, and tugged, and kicked, and even scraped, but the tiny rock barely seemed to shift. He dug deeper, t
Nihilism is Not the Nothing I Had Assumed it to Be
All this time, I had believed the misleading definition of 'nihilism' stating that it is the belief of nothing. I had read it as a nihilist believes nothing exists... not just the metaphysical/skeptical definition.
Hm. And this had made me feel so much a part of something.
I am not anti-realist; I just embrace my mutilated perception through personal phenomenology on the only thing existing is one's own awareness, or the complete disregard of it.
Why are there so many famous philosophers that disagree with one another while we promote all of them over one's own personal perception of reality, embracing them all without knowing the truth of
How can we be sure that what we call ' existance' is actually in our consciousness? Can reality be proven? What if it is all wrong? The world we say we live on, and the people we encounter could all be a dream.
While in our dreams, we call it unconsciousness, but could it really be over-consciousness? Did you ever notice that when you dream, things are done automatically. Free will is constant and inevitable. We see all aspects.
Right now, you look around and see and feel what is only presented to you, and you can only take another's word that life goes on outside your doors even before you go through them. You are restricted.
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