It’s good to see you again. I’m very pleased to see that you came back yet once more for me - for you. It’s been rough since the last time you saw me, hasn’t it? Things changing, separation, disinterest flocking your mind and so forth. For your mind to be flocked, one could also state that you yourself have indeed been flocked, as your mind and everything else is what constructs you. But to come to that conclusion something must be assumed: the fact that ‘you’ exists. Not existing in the emotional way as we spoke of last time, not existing in a physical or corporeal sense either, rather an otherworldly approach to discern whether you are actually real, and whether the world you find yourself within can be dubbed as ‘real’ alongside the ‘real’ status of you.

I ask you: do you feel real? Every waking moment, every congruent microsecond spent living in the present, taking in every single thing around you, hearing every sound and smelling every smell, all your biological processes engaging together at once to form your ethereal you - do you believe that is real? Predictably, you’d have said yes, but do you not seek to doubt it? Whether everything around you is a façade, a fake display of reality being puppeteered along by something greater than oneself, something more ethereal than the ethereal you, as if we were deceived by a strange entity, or if we were just a manipulated brain in a jar? And to that fact, how could you discern that you yourself are not a façade nor faux insult to the status of existence?

It comes at this time when a being must come to doubt themselves and simultaneously justify their existence. To answer the question of whether one truly exists we must have come up with a strict definition of what existing really is. The word ‘exist’ is characterized by it’s definition that typically states ‘to have actual being; be real’, but the word real is ironically defined as ‘having objective independent existence’, so in the literal field we are left alone, ditched to our own devices, and so firstly we must begin the investigation with an investigation into ourselves. Can you affirm to yourself that you exist, and do you genuinely believe it? Perhaps it is an ironic realization that we must come to, that if we think we are real and if thinking and cognition is the indubitable proof of our existence, then to think is to be real; as even the action of doubting our existence is undoubtedly thinking. So if we are now to assert that you individually is an existing, real being, then we can likely - but very lightly assume - that what you see is real. But now we fall down the rabbit hole of hydra-esque questions: can we genuinely assume that? If you are real then how are we to know that the others you see around you are too? Is there anyway?

Essentially, no. You are, by your definition, the only empirically cognitive being - all other entities, walks of life of conjugations of this reality could very well indeed be façades, perhaps even illusions or creations by your mind itself. Is reality esoteric to you, and is your reality contained entirely within your head then, controllable electrical signals? Would it be possible to control those electrical signals and control your reality, and would that be real? Unlikely, and maybe in a less literal sense there is somewhat of a difference in your reality, and the real reality. Assuming now that there are other cognitive beings, then it is extremely unlikely that two other beings will ever live to see and interpret this world the same, as all cognitive beings will come to perceive this world not through the lens of their eyes, rather the lens of their mind - a basis in which prejudice, opinion, and thus all evil roots from. Then, we must come to the decision that there is a fine distinction between a real world and a perceived one, and we can discern that no mortal being has ever seen the real world, as all will come to see it in the way they want to; will of greed. Honestly, it must be a relief to know that your mind didn’t bring this world into existence - despite the beauties and ways of life, it is an agonizing downhill slippery slope you live in; I’m glad I am not there to experience it.

But, if this world you live in is indubitably real, so sadly and unfortunately grounded in a reality so strict it essentially defines it, then how are you to know that it is a world worth living in? The closest I believe a mortal entity, soul or mind can come to feeling the experience of non-existence is death; during, or rather after death your brain truly shuts off, permanently stops receiving stimuli and becomes unable to ever function ever again, truly locking your mind away from reality. In a way sleep can be seen as a prelude to death, as when we are not dreaming we do not feel the flow of time, the changes of the world or (significant) stimuli, as your brain, you, turns off but does not wither or fade away, only left for a brief moment to revel in the brilliance of not feeling pain. And life is the opposite of that for you: you feel pain, you wake up, work and slave and pain away your entire life with an associated meaning that you plaster all over your face, a meaning apartheid from the ‘real’ reality. So what is the point? To suffer? To trudge through and be granted dopamine from your primitive survival instinct, the prohibitor of the profound? Unlikely, as we discerned that your emotions, chemicals and substances are apart of you, and so no matter how pathetic it may be, you must acknowledge that even to live solely for emotions, hedonistically down a path of degenerate self-fulfilment of utmost vile descriptions, it is still undoubtedly living for yourself. Living for yourself, however, is no meaning to life, rather just a conclusion - the way it might need to be taken. If the real reality - if actuality is substantially the estranged, undeniable, incorporeal and undefinable existence in which your real self finds yourself within, then it is to be expected that something so odd would have no particular reason for it’s creation - a profound conclusion, I know, but not one that should be unfamiliar to your mind. Perhaps you’ve considered your existence being meaningless before, maybe you’ve considered something that defies your survival instinct, or you have even questioned your purpose for existence if existence has no purpose - a trifling idea. If that is what genuinely troubles you, what comes to cloud your mind through and through every waking moment and experienced microsecond of this ephemeral and incorporeal reality you’ve come to regret, then I ask you this: do you really need a reason to exist, does it need justification? To say that reality has no foundation nor particular reason to exist, a metaphorical god merely ‘creating what’s meant to be’, do you particularly need one either? Why question, why swamp your psyche with a question so harmful, so endangering to your existence, when rather you could be doing something to serve yourself, and no matter how degenerate your conclusion is to satisfy yourself, it will always be tenfold better than betraying yourself. And as concluded, death is something unfamiliar and estranged from our conscious, and so to will to approach would be a disservice to yourself, as to live is to keep your ‘you’, your real self remaining a constant and existing, so to just simply live and walk forwards in a meaningless life is to live for yourself and none else, which is ironically somewhat of a purpose itself.

But perhaps the time for thinking profoundly has slowly came to a stop. I insist: relax your self more often, live for yourself more often. Never associate your thoughts and reason to derail from non-existence as based around another entity, being or concept, as that is not living for yourself - it may be keeping your conscious alive, but it is not living for your conscious, it is serving another and sabotaging your own. I enjoyed talking to you today, I believed we made some progress - I apologize for my verbose speeches, I merely just wish to get the point across to you in a way sufficient of explanation, apologies for the confusion - but I do sincerely believe you’ve changed dearly since our first meeting, something about you seems different and more well-thought out, I believe. Come and see me next time, I’d like to talk some more.