Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29192496-20170410191924

Tell me what splits reality from fiction. Tell me is reality what we have been told or what we decide? Tell me is truth the thought withheld and adhered to by the masses? You, person before me, nay person reading this, are you you? Are the voices I hear escaping the lips of others in my head? I perceive moving lips and my mind does the rest. Filling in the tone, the pitch, the feelings, all of it. All in my head, just a voice. The computer I type on why do I feel it's before me. Is it because I was taught that that which I touch truly exist? Tell me the voices that are not attached can make you do things. Change your view, adjust what you do and how you perceive, but you, the voice I fail to know exist does the same. My mom, my dad, all key factors in who I am may very well be disembodied voices. Things I made up. They shifted my views, molded me as person.

As I sit in the room hugging my knees the whispers start. Some by me others from beyond the gate. My realm and the other. Reader, prove to me that you exist, that you are something tangible. Will you convince that just because I can touch you that you are real? No they are two issues with that. One I can't see you. Any comments left may well be fabricated. I wanting a response create one. My mind seeing that hearing directly is too far fetched drafts a logical conclusion. Words on a webpage I can't tell exist. Secondly, am I real and is your brain fabricating this. You were bored or curious and thus your mind needing that stimulus and lacking it fabricated this. A warning or a means to escape. To escape what, your own voices?

Tell me, and sorry if this is a bit scattered, when you look in the mirror are you looking at your reflection or are you a reflection looking at yourself. You believe blue is blue because you were told not because you came to see it as such. Those around you are in some sense mere voices. In your head. Pushing you to do things you normally won't. Forcing and shaping who you are. In your head but given life by imagination. Up is up because you where taught it. down is down because you were taught it. If you had decided that it was such or insisted other wise then you are mad. A being to crazy or foolish to tell where you stand but are they the fool or the one's in a craze.

A run my hands across my keyboard trying to decide whether or not I truly know that they're there or if I am here at all. Maybe I am in a dream where I think and these are my thoughts. deep down my brain sends me a warning to wake up. this is message to stir me from slumber. Others mindlessly listen to the voices in their head and adopt their "truths".

Have you ever wondered, or is it just me, why a recording of your voice sounds different from how you perceive it. Just chance or a foreshadowing to the workings of the mind. It creates connections, implications, associations and assumptions. You may here what isn't there. To me my voice light and jovial but each time it's recorded and played back it's flat. My mind made the decision of who I am. It sees me as something I am not. Added to my voice a quality it doesn't withhold. Maybe that's how it is? I could say, and very basically at that, that made the assumption that because you feel it you think it's real. That you made that subconscious decision brought on by your, nay, our naive mind. Those voices supported this. Made you believe your own suspicions. Why? What do they gain.

I feel the breeze across my face. The air being pushed towards me by my "fan". I have had dreams where I can feel. Just last night I had a dream about sex despite never experiencing it. Yet my mind, using what data it had tried it's best to replicate it but still that leaves a question. If the world is real, and so you haven't experienced anything then is the world around you your mind trying to assume what everything feels like? Loss isn't loss but your mind tries. You break as such, it cannot replicate using nonexistent data. Smell isn't smell, sight isn't sight. Blue is blue because you mind has no other idea what to make it.

I have had dreams where I can feel. Pain, sorrow, relief, sexual pleasure, the guilt of murder, a sense of joy in dying, half of which I have never felt but had lasting impacts on me.

I often have dreams where I can feel. I had a dream that I killed someone. The thought that at that moment I could never turn back haunted me for days. I burnt their body, put into trash bags and tossed it in to the ocean. One at first, left in my mom's trunk, the bother came by I killed him as well.

I often have dreams where I can feel. The guilt stuck with me. Late one night I reflected on how easy it would be to kill everyone as they slept. Like that my life would be over. the mind can create wonderful things. Can couple different stimuli together to generate feeling it never knew. Hug your mother maybe the feeling of her warmth is generated. Coupling something with something else trying it's best to simulate something else.

Is your reflection a mere reflection or yo looking at your self? In some sense it's always yes. If a reflection then that could be you on the other side. It's more foreshadowing that you will always be close but out of grasp. Locked away force to see yourself from within the prison.

How could we, being that do not remember our births know that we where born? They say we were but is that truth. My "fictional" voices tell me things I cannot prove but yet if I listen I am wrong and in some ways defective but if they say it's true then I listen? Preposterous. If you lack proof, that is to say, something is true until you can prove it, feel it, but if feeling is a mere simulation then how can we ever see truth? So then truth doesn't exist and if truth being false is a truth then that is false because there is not truth. We are naive being trapped in out minds knowing only up from down because we are told by them. The being that convinced us that we where born.

Often I have dreams where I can feel and react to those feeling. I can think. So tell me if we sit in world contradictory as this where everything is a simulation, where truth doesn't exist for we know not what is is then consciousness is a mere dream. We are not conscious for we are dreaming. We are in a simulation a matrix made by our mind and our limitations. This means two things. Sentience is a myth and the voices around you are not real. People are not real because technically you have never seen them. You have never heard them. You mind is making that connection.

This means...that we are not real. Our bodies are mere creations by out minds. What is deemed as the most logical form it could have. If we dream and know not of it then even if we saw reality we would not know if we woke up from one dream into the other. We are all Schizophrenic, hearing and seeing that which may not be true. 