What is reality? To what extent can you take a memory until it is something entirely fictional and entirely of your creation? To what boundaries can you make the claim of right and wrong and believe in it? What decides whether or not something is truly of great size and measure? To what extent can you say what you see to be truthfully real? What is reality? You see the branches of a tree surrounded by air and the elements and you witness the trunk descend into the Earth. Yet that is all we take to be there, when under the Earth could be an arrangement of branches surrounded by soil and the elements. We see something magnificent in size and we think “Wow that is, truly, something of great power and strength.” but to the ants a field of grass is an extravagant jungle. We look at the sky …show more content…
What if we went as far as we possibly could and we broke the surface to another land where we couldn't breath and stunned with a blinding light? Just as fish to water and a chicken to an egg we limit ourselves to what we believe is unreachable, what we believe is unsurpassable. Memories are fickle things that are easily manipulated and forgotten. We hold onto memories like stones, they are rough and coarse and full of ridges. Yet when we think of a memory and we keep thinking about it, it is like rubbing the rock until it is smooth and free of sharp edges. We retell a memory and we leave out details, intentional or not, until it is something that never happend at all. It becomes a replica, a disappointing shadow that discludes all imperfections, and a lie we tell ourselves and others. If memories can be shaped and reality is a state of mind, then can reality not be shaped as well? Cannot the fabric of what we see, what we believe, be shredded and reshaped into something extravagant, or, perhaps, something on the brink of insanity? Can’t we control what we think and can’t we decide what to believe