What kind of egotistical madman would even dare to type such stuff about him or herself? Well madman I may be, but I am far from egotistical. Yet why else could I be writing such a title? The answer is simple. When you read the title ‘I am my own God, therefore I am my own reality’, in your own mind, are you hearing it as your own voice, saying it as if it was yourself that had written it, or are you hearing a pseudo-voice saying it about me, the writer? More than likely you are hearing the pseudo-voice saying that I, the writer, am my own God. This, however, is not how I meant it to be heard. This is something each of us should hear as if it were about our/yourselves.
Confused yet?
Ok. Let’s break it down. So what is reality? I know, i know… Some simple light thinking right there… The dictionary claims reality is the world or the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them. Or the state or quality of having existence or substance.
So I guess the next question would be, what actually exists? This is where things start to get a little dicey. Does the screen you’re reading this on exist? How about the chair you are sitting in or the roof above your head? What about the people you’ve met and the relationships you’ve formed, do they exist? And what about you? I’m sure that most of you will concur that all of these things, including yourselves, do actually exist.
Ok, so what about some slightly more intangible things like, colour. Does red exist? How about turquoise? At first, I’m sure you want to say of course they do. But isn’t colour just a matter of perspective? Let’s take me for instance. I am colour blind. I can see all the colours and can point out the difference between red, green and blue. But I see them differently to anyone who is not colour blind. Although I can recognise and identify something that is red, I see it differently. Therefore is red part of reality when different people see it quite differently. To you, the red that you see is part of your reality, but to me, I will never see or experience red how you see it therefore it just isn’t part of my reality and vice versa.
So if I was to ask you how you felt about the colour red, what would you say? Do you like it, do you hate it, does it give you a warm fuzzy feeling inside? I, for one, am not a fan of red. I much prefer blue or green. I would even go as far as saying that I dislike the colour. In my reality red is a nasty colour. Yes that is opinion based on an emotional response, yet my opinion is part of my reality. If you like the colour red, then you’re reality is different to mine as you would perceive it as a positive colour.
Basically what I’m getting at is that reality is dependent on how things are received by our senses, interpreted by our mind and clouded by our emotions. One could say that reality is what is left once you’ve stripped away our emotions and our interpretations of our limited senses. Would there actually be anything there? We would never know because the only way we can know things are there, is by sensing them and then interpreting them… It is a vicious cycle.
If I could not see, how could I be sure that there were actually things to see?
So if so much of what we class as reality, is up for different interpretations, does that mean that reality itself is limited to the individual perceiving it? To take it a step further, if reality is a process of interpretation by the individual, then isn’t the individual responsible for creating his or her own reality?
Do you see where I’m going with this yet?
If you are the creator of your own reality, does that then make you, your own God?
So back to one of my early questions. Does the chair that you are sitting on really exist or is it just a creation of your own reality? If I was to tell you that the chair does not exist, are you now sitting on the floor of your imaginary house, looking up at a fake sky, wondering how you got into your own head and how the hell do you get out of it?
