What is sight? It's a hallucination. There is so much we can't see. So many sights we'll never experience. We're trapped in a very small fraction of the universe called the visible spectrum. But what does it really matter? Visible light hitting your brain is just as visible as the microwaves heating your dinner. Your sensory organs and your brain must interpret these specific wavelengths into something it can understand. This light energy is transferred into thought: a never ending hallucination in your brain called sight. A representational image of human logic. This is not the way the universe is. Then what is it really? As humans we'll never know. We will forever be trapped in our logic. Well, at least as long as we live. Everything we see is chemicals ordered by sensory organs stimulated by the outside. Your world never leaves your head. Everything you see and feel is occurring in your head. The computer screen that appears to be in front of you is nothing more than mirage created by chemicals oozing through the pathways of your brain. How you feel about this is idea is nothing more than additional chemicals. Everything is an illusion. But what of emotion? Is it of external origin as sight is? Is emotion created in response to surroundings or is it a response to the previously mentioned world created in one's own mind? Is emotion a product of the "true" reality or one's own? This is the same as asking: Is there a soul?


On another note... I just wanted to add something weird. I feel emotions in a very strange way. I wish I could describe how an emotion feels to me, but to do that it would seem very difficult... or impossible. Nostalgia is something I can almost taste. That's prolly the best I can describe it. It's not like any flavor at all though. It doesn't originate from my tongue nor does it feel like I'm eating something but it gives a very similar sensation that knowing when you're tasting something does. Past events in my life each have their own flavor. Really though I am most definitely not talking about something like "when I smell fresh laundry it reminds me of when my mom would throw the warm clothes from the dryer on me when I was a baby... I can still taste the dinners she made when I was that young". It is no way like that at all. It's a strange sensation. I've been known though to go through stages where I think in numbers. Not in words or images but similar to how a computer thinks in binary. It is definitely not fun. There are types of autism out there that explain sensations like his. People tasting colors and all that. But I feel as though my feeling of emotions is like a sixth physical sense, incomparable to any of the other 5. I don't know, it must be psychosis.