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[ficcion]

How do you know you're real?

How do you know that someone else didn't write you, paint you, dream you? How do you know you're not just a figment of someone else's imagination? A fictional thing.

And most importantly, would it matter to you? To be as such? Or to know that other is as such? Would it change the way you think of yourself or someone else? Can you truly be more than whatever someone else thought you up to be?

Are we really ever free?

Comments

[ficcion]

At times? Anything about me. Pathetic, I know.

[photophobic]

No. Not pathetic.
Everything that can consider its own existence has doubts.

You can't have it. Freedom, without uncertainty. It's the same thing.

[ficcion]

That actúa y makes a lot of sense.

Thank you. You're very smart.

[photophobic]

I've spent a lot of time with the same questions.

[ficcion]

I hope your answers brought you peace, then.

[photophobic]

Is that what you're hoping to find? Peace?

[ficcion]

It would be a start, I guess.

[photophobic]

Name one thing that started with peace.

[ficcion]

I see what you mean. Maybe most things don't start with peace, but peace it's more often than not the desired destination. For once you get there, what else would you want? You likely have everything else you need.