original: memento
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different.
i know it’s possible to make things up, to hallucinate and imagine things that aren’t really there. but do you think it’s possible to invent an entire relationship? to have specific memories of moments in your mind, to have physical souvenirs of those memories, and to know in your heart that these events occurred, but what if they didn’t?
ff the other person has no recollection of what has occurred, does it mean it didn’t? if the truth is rewritten, do you follow your heart and what’s in your head and the pieces of what was left, or do those things that you swear you remember just become less true? does it matter?
is it necessary to hold on to things to justify our own sense of reality? it isn’t truth, because we cannot comprehend truth, because we are tainted by everything that has previously happened to us. But these articles of our personal reality, they are necessary. it’s the anchor that keeps us sane, the rope that ties us to the dock of consciousness. without our concepts we would be floating in the realm of the spirits.
that’s why it’s still truth, even if no one else sees it, remembers it. even if someone tells you these events are a lie, faith in what you know to be your reality is what keeps you tied to the dock, just like gravity keeps you from lifting off from solid ground.
i know it’s possible to make things up, to hallucinate and imagine things that aren’t really there. but do you think it’s possible to invent an entire relationship? to have specific memories of moments in your mind, to have physical souvenirs of those memories, and to know in your heart that these events occurred, but what if they didn’t?
ff the other person has no recollection of what has occurred, does it mean it didn’t? if the truth is rewritten, do you follow your heart and what’s in your head and the pieces of what was left, or do those things that you swear you remember just become less true? does it matter?
is it necessary to hold on to things to justify our own sense of reality? it isn’t truth, because we cannot comprehend truth, because we are tainted by everything that has previously happened to us. But these articles of our personal reality, they are necessary. it’s the anchor that keeps us sane, the rope that ties us to the dock of consciousness. without our concepts we would be floating in the realm of the spirits.
that’s why it’s still truth, even if no one else sees it, remembers it. even if someone tells you these events are a lie, faith in what you know to be your reality is what keeps you tied to the dock, just like gravity keeps you from lifting off from solid ground.