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The Universe as a Hologram - I Dreamed a Dream of Life


Jim Naseum

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This is a real world,
 

 

The only way for that to have meaning is to know what real means. Real, probably just means you can sense it, and then your mind spins you a yarn about it. You can't be aware of any world you can't sense. And so, it leads right back to the electrical signals in the brain, from which arises a mind. If we are unsure what mind is, how can we know that what it conjurs up is real? How is the awake world any more real than the dream world?

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If we are unsure what mind is, how can we know that what it conjurs up is real? How is the awake world any more real than the dream world?

 

When many people report the same experience while observing the same event, that constitutes empirical evidence of a reality which exists independent of the observer. For example, Denver just won the Superbowl. I am supremely confident that in the morning myself and millions of other people shall awaken with the certainty the event's occurrence was real and not CGI.

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It's not necessary to prove what is self-evident.

 

Not self evident to a lot of us.  That is the point of this discussion.  I respect your belief, but you have no evidence to prove it.  I cannot say you are wrong, but I also cannot say you are right.

 

Dave

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Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee's in the mirror
And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails
And it's true there's nothing left for him down here

And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time, that you love
And it's time, time, time

And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream

Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors "are those dreams or are those prayers?"
So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit

Oh, it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love
And it's time, time, time

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again

Oh, it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love
And it's time, time, time
 

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It's not necessary to prove what is self-evident.

 

Not self evident to a lot of us.  That is the point of this discussion.  I respect your belief, but you have no evidence to prove it.  I cannot say you are wrong, but I also cannot say you are right.

 

Dave

 

 

It seems you are confusing perception with reality. So, in your world, who won the Superbowl last night?

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