I have lost my internet connection and feel totally helpless. Could I survive without the internet? I remember shows on Oprah where they would take away what people were most addicted to – like their phones or computers or whatever. I used to laugh at that, thinking their addictions were ridiculous. But I guess must be right there with them.
I’m not sure all of this technology is a good thing. At least not for me. I used to enjoy getting outdoors, reading, getting together with friends for nice long leisurely conversations. All of those connections went out the window once I discovered the virtual connections you could make with the internet!
One day, during a nice hike in a beautiful area in Austin, my husband and I got into a deep discussion about virtual reality. His view was that virtual reality will one day be just as real as actual reality. He and I could be sitting together on the bench under a tree virtually, but it would be exactly the same as if we were actually together. Can there be a blurring of virtual reality and actual reality? Do we actually know what actual reality is? We think we are real, but are we? If we aren’t, then what we think is the blurring of virtual reality and actual reality is not reality at all.
I used to think about this sort of stuff all the time. I don’t think about it so often anymore because the day to day drama of life got in the way. Drama isn’t real, not in actuality, is it? It’s just drama – my (or another’s) personal feelings about a situation. Is the situation real? Or just a fleeting moment in time, which isn’t real, either?
My husband says that scientists are now proving that the universe is expanding. If it is expanding, then nothing remains as it is, not even the universe. And if it doesn’t remain as it is, can it be considered “real”?
I mean, is who I am right now, real? Tomorrow I will be slightly more grey and wrinkled. Eventually my body will decay altogether. It’s possible my personality could last slightly longer than my body, through the memory of people who knew me and the stuff I have written. But there is no way it can last forever, and what other people think of my personality is simply their opinion, not a reality. So is my personality real?
If I die, and my body and my personality die, too, what about me can be said to be real? Did I exist? Or was I nothing more than a dream? And if I’m a dream, who’s dream?