Quentin Tarantino:
| Look, I’ll say it plainly. I still maintain that an objective reality actually exists. Appearance isn't some subjective whim; it stands independent of both you and me. It exists out there, whether we're watching it or not. |
The world isn't some objective entity floating out there waiting to be found. It’s constructed. We build it, brick by brick, using nothing but our own senses. Without perception, there is no reality. No sensation, no input—no world. It simply doesn't exist.
Fine... alright. I won't keep spinning the same wheel, but you really ought to give that some actual thought.
By what standard? By whose metric? This supposed "objective reality" everyone clings to—on what basis could it possibly be considered real?😉
Quentin Tarantino:
| The world isn't some mere byproduct of our sensory input. It exists entirely independent of us. |
Does the world even exist when you’re lost in a deep sleep? It’s a question that keeps me up—ironically—at night. We like to believe in this objective reality, this solid ground beneath our feet, but once the lights go out and the consciousness slips away, everything we claim to know vanishes. It becomes a void. Is there a persistent universe continuing its clockwork motion while we drift, or is "reality" merely a flickering projection of an active mind? If there is no observer, can there truly be an observation? It's all quite unsettling.😉
Prove it. Show me the evidence. Give me something concrete to hold onto.
So, your entire argument rests on that one premise. It’s a bit thin, isn't it? You're essentially claiming that if you’re asleep while I’m wide awake, then reality somehow exists simply because I’m sitting here staring at your unconscious form. It’s like saying a lightbulb only functions because someone is standing in the room watching it glow. It's flawed logic.
If we assume the world exists independently of our own perception—if reality actually stands on its own two feet apart from the observer—then we have to face the heavy question: what is it actually made of? What constitutes this physical reality when consciousness isn't there to witness it? It’s a massive, unsettling thought. If you strip away the mind, what is the fundamental fabric holding everything together?😉
Quentin Tarantino
| You can't. Because you are an individual—just like me. |
I am no individual.
Everything is everything.
I AM THAT.
It’s a recursive loop. A hall of mirrors. You aren't just looking at me—you *are* me.
And that leads us back to the core issue: I have no access to your internal monologue, just as you remain a stranger to mine. It’s a fundamental disconnect. If we can't truly grasp the mechanics of the other's mind, then this supposed connection—this "you and me"—is nothing more than a hollow construct. Is the concept of a shared identity between two people even real, or is it just a convenient illusion?