The ghosts and communication

When I look, when I attempt to analyse the environment as a whole, i see these ghosts, these lost fragments of medium. I see unstructured data and chaotic discourse supplimented by the confusion of ignorance and shading the world an unlivable colour.

We live in a dream, the fake appears real only because others have similar enough perceptions.

Those insane minority see more of actuality than those who we mostly percieve as sane.

We cannot form judgement, due to our distortion, our undying inaccurate approximation of what is real.

Red is not red, but is energy in a different amount.

The screen before you is not there, you can percieve through it if you tried.

The amount of talk and communication in the atmosphere is immense and hopelessly scattered, and very little of it is logical, unbiased, and true. The falsification of reality comes from the building of a vast imaginary version of the world, and then sharing that idea with others. The more we communicate the falseness of our perception and our own reality, the more scewed from actualisation becomes the enviroment we all experience.

Our senses fool us, we only see, feel, hear, smell, taste, and thnk about a small percentage of the universes capacity to present. We will never be able to percieve reality if we hold on tightly to our senses being absolute and prolong our thoughts on these percieved objects and events.

The invisible animal that lives as the universe in which we are encapsulated wholly is the beast of truth, it is the reality that we can only dream of.