The matrix does exist. Or does it?
I think it does.
The existence of an absolute reality, individual interpretation, significance of human population compared to the trillions of galaxies breathing around us…
Is that cup of coffee on your desk really there? Or is that what it seems like to you? What if it wasn’t a coffee mug really, but your ability to comprehend your environment limited your conclusion or worse, deludes you into thinking it is a coffee mug?
Does the physical sensation of its bone china ear all the proof you will need of its unquestionable existence?
You might ask why. Why should I bother contemplating about the existence of things?
It is like the blind men and the elephant.
Each one of them grabbed an ear or tail or trunk or leg and interpreted what they could make out and decided what an elephant looks like.
To us people who can exercise their faculties of sight perfectly well, the incident seems ridiculous, simply because we have the ability to ascertain an elephant’s shape and say, no. It does not look like a rope, nor does it look like a column or a pillar.
But here’s what an elephant looks like.
Does merely seeing something equal knowledge of this something?
We’re all a blind race. Carbon and nitrogen and oxygen got cooked together in a pot and we were born. Over time, eliminating things we did not need and developing skills and features and tools that were crucial to our survival.
But just because we have come this far is no proof that we know. It does illustrate how deep in uncertainty we swim as we inch further and postulate possibilities and dare to keep going. But no, we can’t be too sure yet.
Why bother thinking about it when you have loans to pay? Knowing that your coffee mug doesn’t exist is interesting news but it doesn’t pay. Right?
Or so you think.
As a child, I would often spot red ants furiously walking along the wall and plotting to crumble the walls of my apartment, a compound particle composed of cement+concrete+wall paper/paint at a time. What did the world that we perceive look like to them?
Did they have families and schools and dinner dates and homework like I did?
What did they think of those weird looking things with four antennae protruding from their sides? They had two ovals and a long structure between them. They emitted waves that ants could sense through a slit on the upper portion of their bodies.
Do ants know we call them humans? Or homo sapiens? Do they have an ants’ version of Mozart? Or rock bands? Or malls?
How do they organize themselves? How do they run their nations?
What is insanity? A commonly agreed upon definition would be ideas and/or mental processes that stray from popularly accepted standards of logic and common sense.
Maybe. If one were to call a man mad, how do you know it is him and not oneself? What lines do you draw to demarcate insanity from eccentricity from unusual from different?
Does the concept of an absolute hold good outside measurement of errors? Or do we all inhabit our own universes and wherever these multiple universes intersect, is the world we know and read of and see?
Would science be a lie?
Would the pursuit of truth until now be rightly stamped as futile?