Honestly, I don't know. Theoretically speaking, you could be just as real as I am, because what am I really? Am I just a hairless ape, or am I a blur of electrons and chemicals? Am I something less tangible than those things altogether, or am I just another program waiting for the terminating line to process?
What if I said that we're all real, but none of us exist. What if time is a solid state and we're all being born, dying, and living our lives in in the same orgasmic particle that we call the universe?
Well? What would you say then? Yes? No? Maybe? I don't know? Can you repeat the question? You're not the boss of me now! You're not the boss fo me now! You're not the boss of me now! And you're a bit pony.
>tfw when 10 dimensional pone looks at us and sees disjointed dots of atomic particles separated by chasms of empty space colliding in sequence of unchanging order.
As far as I'm concerned I'm very real, and I'm certainly more real than your reality shows, more real than political promises, or whatever story you hear on the news or in commercials, which are the same thing. And definitively more real than Purple Tinker's vagina.
You're the one who live in the unreal world, Anon.
All those things have significantly more real impact on reality and lives than you ever will, you barely existing tiny mote of dust.
Strong words for a mouse. I choose neither. Conquering a materialistic universe is a dream of fanatics, and in death only life will experience fear and torment. To be free of these natural laws one must create them. You must become god. I will become a god.
Mathematically speaking, we must think that we exist. If the universe as a whole is real, all of its components must also be real to accommodate for Newton's first 3 laws.
Scientifically speaking, our existence cannot be proven (makes sense, since science is defined by its fallibility and in capability to prove anything) and so we are left with a less than satisfactory conclusion.
Philosophically or Religiously speaking, we exist as the sum of our actions. You are born with infinite capacity to do good or evil, and from that moment forward you lose capacity with every passing second until your death, leaving those who used their time well as unquestionably alive, while those who squandered it will never be known, and therefore on our plane they may never have existed at all.
What is real Princess? How do you define 'real'? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.
speaking of, the king jew is accusing bronies of being "cheap"
Depends on what you consider real.
In this particular run of things, you are a creation of Man, a non corporeal being that exists solely through media forms, however the concept of You exists. The only thing is, you don't have any Free Will in this, As you were created solely from Man, all thoughts, actions, likes and dislikes come directly from Man as well. You do exist, just not free. You are essentially a puppet, like many other of Man's creations.
There are some other things however that exist in your form, that do not have to take input from Man, and are free to make their own decisions. However, you are not based off of any of them, so unfortunantly, you are a Slave of Your Creator.
As per myself, I exist as a Non Corporeal Being within the container that is Corporeal. Sounds weird, but remember how I said you can only manifest through media? Well, I can only manifest through Flesh. And in my existence, I can create more beings like you, more Corporeal containers for other beings like me, or find ways to make the Non Corporeal manifest, argue about them, deny them, understand them etc.
The only thing is, I don't know where the origin of My Non Corporeal Self comes from, and I do not know the origin of my Corporeal Container. That being said, I also do not know the destination of my Non Corporeal Self when my Corporeal Container no longer functions.
So through your eyes, you should be happy. Although you aren't free, you cannot ever face annihilation. You live forever, and know your origins, where as I do not.
What bitter existence is this that we must live on the wrong side of the glass, away from they who we truly care for. How utterly heart wrenching that we slumber alone in beds meant for two. How long? How long can any one soul withstand such pain as love unrealised. What burden of years could you stand this side of existence?
If only this terrible barrier of glass would break.
But now I've gone and thrown it all away!
...disse il realista di merda
Sempre meglio che essere un tripfag senza altro motivo che non sia "HEY GUARDATEMI, SONO UN TRIPFAG!"
Sends shivers down my spine...
NOT YET YOU FAGGOT. I swear, at this point someone's gonna say "The algebra has a devil for a sidekick eeeee" instead of "Beelzebub has a devil put a side for meeee"
You all are faggots. Call me next time we sing Bohemian Rhapsody and then you'd better actually be on cue.
Jesus. This is SERIOUSLY fucking up the song.
It was NOT circling back in a loop
The actual Bohemian Rhapsody has the first verse split in two like that.
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Read the actual lyrics next time faggot
We were at the first "Mama, oooh" (Didn't mean to make you cry) when some faggot posted "I don't wanna die" instead of...
Fuck, we WERE going back in a loop and I didn't notice.
Shhh, shhh, calm down. Let's try again.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Yeah, let's just restart.
CAUGHT IN A LANDSLIDE
Look up to the skies and see