Okay, it's all an illusion and you're actually in an insane asylum. Or you're a vegetable somewhere. Or it's something we can't quite wrap our minds around. Or you're actually dying in a horrible car crash that threw you through your windshield, and your brain conjured this up as a defense mechanism.
Why do we want to know?
Why does it matter if it's all fake? Why have I seriously, honestly doubted my perceptions? I have a really, really sweet deal here in whatever this is. I have a loving family, my first romance has worked out incredibly, I'm in a First-World country, I'm healthy, and I'm getting a good education.
Why do I seriously entertain the notion that it's false? Why do I want to know?
I'm looking for a response that IS NOT either, "It's human nature to ask questions," or anything about Jesus. I'm an atheist. You're not converting me. If that's your style, great for you, go away.
2007-05-11
03:26:45
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