I was reading a book about particle physics and it got me thinking. I can understand how everything eventually comes down to something so small it hardly seems to exist at all to our minds, because we can’t comprehend it. That’s probably partly the reason why we haven’t discovered much about the universe.

But the thing that bothered me about it was the question going through my mind, “What is real?”

Most people will tell you that the most real thing is your personality, your mind, your opinion. I thought that too. I started to wonder if, although people say that those who care most about image are “fake”, maybe your physical appearance is the most real thing you have. In the end, nothing matters at all. However, the way you look, the way you feel and smell can be easily explained. We have discovered what makes us up. And although we can see physically what your brain is, what it is made up of, where do the thoughts come from? I want to understand it. No one can really prove that your thoughts and opinions really exist! There is nothing to show it! We only have the fact that we can communicate and feel the thoughts to prove it. Imagine. Isn’t it incredible? If I’m missing something about this topic, someone please tell me!

How can we expect to discover what dark matter is if we don’t even know what’s going on inside our very own heads?

And to think, that even a small accident causes people to lose everything from their minds, forget all the things they’ve been through, all the things they’ve learned. Why? Where does it go?

In truth, the only people who are realistic are those who rely on what’s really there, what they can touch and see. But then you could make the same argument about that. Without our senses, what is everything? Is it even there? Are our brains so powerful that everything is imagined. Remarkable- the thought of having no senses- what would that be like? Makes you a bit dizzy doesn’t it?

So what do we have?

Nothing. 

In the end, when we’ve all died out, when our planet is gone, nothing we ever did matters anymore. Our feelings- doesn’t matter, didn’t even exist truly. If there is more life on a planet like ours, what is it like there? Maybe they have a way of life so incredibly different from ours, we could never meet…