Hello there stranger. You have entered my blog. Now you get to hear about my life. Brace yourself, it's a bumpy ride.
First off, I've recently explored the theory of Solipsism. It's a widely interesting belief of life existence. A Solipsist primarily believes they cannot prove, nor disprove, the existence of other beings or themselves in the universe (if there is one). Others may believe that humans are all beings of a sort, even a brain in a jar perhaps, and most all the senses and emotions we feel are fabricated by our own imaginations. Think about that for a while. What if the entire universe as you know it is just a figment of your imagination. Every experience, every sense, every emotion you feel, every moment is your subconscious feeding you life.
This raises the question for me: if this is true and we are all only brains in vats, or better yet every person is from my brain and my so-called life is just my imagination, wouldn't that be the definition of life.
Life, like numerous other words, is relative. It conforms to any situation of being. Any way that you live is your life and if its lying in the middle of nothing, dreaming for ages (which you wouldn't know) then that's the way it is. While i explore dreaming; what if life is one big dream. People say humans use a fraction of their brain in life (there's that word again) and maybe the rest we are using right now to create this giant hallucination of a life. And like every dream, it will at some point end. Maybe then we'll move on to the next one.
Though the concept of eternity is a difficult one to grasp even slightly, most all everyone believes it don't they? Where do you think you'll go when you "die". What happens to the earth in a couple hundred, or thousand, or billion years? What is out-space? Heck, what is inner space? You decide, rather, I decided, since this is all part of my day dream world and life.
Chew on that.