Dad is me. Jake is my three year old.
-FrL-
There is no spoon.
I used to think that all the time growing up. It kept me from doing some stupid things in private. It kept me from doing some private things at all.
I have often wondered if we are an elaborate Sims game that God created.
The Universe is a figment of its own imagination.
And he’s having fun with it.
Wow! Jake’s only three?
That is one precocious little guy,** Frylock**!
Q
Any idea where he might have come up with that concept? Where you watching the “The Truman Show” recently?
Ha! I used to think the same thing when I was younger. I reasoned to myself that, since I could taste food and sense things, I probably wasn’t in some strange, unreal TV-like dimension. That doesn’t really make sense now, but it did when I was four.
Why doesn’t it make sense now?
I think, therefore I am.
I sense, therefore I am.
As the philosopher Paul McCartney once wrote: Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout/a pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray/and though she feels as if she’s in a play/she is anyway.
I guess because even if we were in another dimension (like someone’s imagination), we could still be able to sense things. Or maybe we wouldn’t. Hmm.
goes off to ponder
Sometimes I’ll read a book that’s so amazing, I’d wish there was an invention that allowed you to “plug in” to the book, and experience the characters life – not just the story as written, but everything that happened before and after, and all the moments in between. You’d experience this life just as real as your own, with no memory of actually existing outside the book.
Then I thought…how do I know this isn’t what’s happening right now???
When I was a kid, I wondered something similar… I wondered if we all were “Jesus’ Lego set”. I remember asking my parents, and their dumbfounded silence. A few embarassing minutes followed. :eek:
Sounds like the idea that whereas sight, sound and solidity would be necessary for the “stage dressing”, taste is more subjective- you can’t see what characters are perceiving when they taste something. So the existence of something real but not necessary for a fiction is significant.
In my case, because it would be the world’s most boring book 
Until one day…
Never, ever tempt the Fates like that! It’s like saying “Glad that’s over” in a horror movie.
Damn, and we’re leaving for a family cruise tomorrow. We’re gonna be hijacked by pirates and murdered by a serial killer, aren’t we? 