so lately i have began to feel like there is no reality outside of my own brain. this is an age-old philosophy but recently, it has felt very real to me. i half expect to fall through the floors or for some insane apparition to appear from nothing. i have had acute realizations of the passage of time and at times it is very frightening to not be able to live within a single moment.
sometimes i wonder how people living in modern society can even cope with this sensation. when you are not faced with the importance of your immediate survival on a daily basis, you are left to contemplate things like this. i know not everyone does this kind of thing but i'm sure it comes up more and more as people get more materially comfortable.
the idea that nothing exists outside of my brain but everything really is my brain or a construct of it really raises the issue of masochism. yikes.
i think there is a reemergence of solipsism lately. phenomenon like "the secret" kind of taps into the "you are the master of your own reality" mentality. i've always scoffed at this sort of spectacle.. for a while my stepmom watched a DVD copy of "the secret" every.. single.. night. it made me kind of sad.. mostly because it was kind of materialistic.. but now that i think about it, it does kind of fall in line with a lot of philosophic principles that i've been reading about lately.
is everything a construct of my brain or is everything, including my brain, part of a greater larger collective consciousness? i think both statements could be true.
i know this entry is all over the place.. i guess i've just been digesting a lot of these thoughts lately. . i'm not really sure what i'm trying to communicate exactly but just wanted to get the general vibe of my thought processes out.
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