Is our human life just a dream, from which we never wake, as some scientists claim? Are we blockaded by our feelings, by our loves and hates, by are ideas of good, bad, beautiful, awful? Are we incapable of knowing beyond those ideas and feelings?
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
is rounded with sleep.."
-William Shakespeare
Is this reality that our human mind created falsely imposed by our naturistic minds? Is our whole meaning of life, creation of men, such as music, love, or colors (science tells us that there isn't such things as music, harmony, or colors in the physic world. Just traveling molecules: There is not external to us, hot or cold, but only different velocities of molecules; there aren't sounds, callings, harmonies, but just variations in the pressure of the air; there aren't colors, or light, just electro-magnetic waves, said H. Von Foerster.)
Are we incapable of knowing beyond the frames imposed to us by nature??
Listen to the words of Pascal, in the seventeenth century:
«When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity that lies before and after it, when I consider the little space I fill and I see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant, and which know me not, I rest frightened, and astonished, for there is no reason why I should be here rather than there. Why now rather than then? Who has put me here? By whose order and direction have this place and time have been ascribed to me?»
Love,
Kels
