Just my latest existential crisis, no big deal.

Human Reality

Reality is a pretty fucked up thing.

Everybody has their own version of it;

Seven billion insignificant realities running around,

Ruining each other.


Or is there only one Reality,

And seven billion realities,

Each believing themselves to be The Reality?

Maybe one of them is even right.


If I’m aware that my reality is not The Reality,

Does that make my reality more real, or less?

Is the defining character of a reality authentic belief?

Or is it a true perception of the way the world works?


It’s amazing we don’t hear God’s laughter,

Watching us run around like headless chickens,

Searching for something that doesn’t exist,

Killing each other for not being each other.


If God is infallible, why make humans?