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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
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[XXXHOLiC] Reflections on reality
Title: Reflections on reality
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Character: Yuuko-centric
Rating: G, PG?
Genre: Introspection, I guess
Orchid breathing
incense into
butterfly wings.
Matsuo Bashô. 17th century haiku.
Reality... "The quality or state of being actual or true. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence. That which exists objectively and in fact."
That's the official definition in our language. However, it won't cease to be a vague concept, full of paradoxes. Every individual, in every plane of existence, deals with a different reality. How can living beings... no, that's too hard to deal with. How can human beings determine what is real and what not?
"This is a great sake, don't you agree, Mokona?"
"Yes!," it replies me.
Take this couch, for instance. It's a very comfortable couch, I must say. Anyway, how can I be sure it exists right here and right now? Just because I can feel it? It's not a good enough reason. Maybe my brain or a higher entity is pulling me a prank, and my senses are lying to me. Maybe I'm just reclined in nothingness, in an empty space.
What about the persons that never saw or touch this couch? Is it real for them? I'd daresay it shouldn't. Nonetheless, it's real.
As real as this sake. Hmmm, I should pour some more.
My reality involves magic, supernatural, creatures, worlds, non-ordinary fellows, karma. I've seen so many things in my life. And if you ask several "normal" persons, all of these is unreal. Just because it's not a part of their reality.
Heck, if it was for that, then I should say wives and housekeepers don't exist, just because I'm not one, and cleaning the dust out of this house is not part of my reality... it's a part of Watanuki's, anyway. But I digress. That boy's reality contrasts the one the kids his age share, also. He's seen so many things, and yet, a few people would believe him.
"How's dinner going, Watanuki? I'm starving."
"Mokona wants to eat, too!"
"Don't be impatient!"
Atta boy. Don't forget the white wine with the fish.
And what's the opposite of reality? Fantasy? Fiction? What a broad concept. How can you tell when a fantasy work is actually real in a different location or plane? Witches, for instance. It's fantasy for the majority of the population, and... you know, if they're not real, I shouldn't be here existing in the first place. UFOs? Some say they've seen them. Is it a hoax, or do aliens are real? Just because you don't meet a big-haired, white creature with large eyes and skinny body in your route to get to work, doesn't mean they can't be as real as, I don't know, lawyers.
I'd rather share a drink with a space traveler than a lawyer, actually.
"Mokona wants more sake!"
Fine, I'll pour you some more. And a bit more for me, now we're at it.
Where do we cross the line, I wonder? Sometimes we create objects or beings with our imagination. Who's to say they're fantastic? What if we are their demiurges in their universe?
Moreover, what if we're just the Gods' fictional characters, just acting the script for a play they wrote? What if Fate is just a daydream, not real in their lives, while it's the most important thing in ours? What if we're just Destiny's toys, like when a little girl plays with a Barbie doll or a stuffed animal?
Not even I can know the truth about realities. It's out of our comprehension. Our minds are too small to even grasp the concept.
Only the ones that can see beyond the mundane might suspect how complex is infinity.
"Yuuko-san, dinner is done. Huh? DRUNK ALREADY?!"
"Yes, inebriated of ideas."
"Er, weren't you two drinking sake?"
"Nevermind, Watanuki. What's for dessert?"
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Character: Yuuko-centric
Rating: G, PG?
Genre: Introspection, I guess
Orchid breathing
incense into
butterfly wings.
Matsuo Bashô. 17th century haiku.
Reality... "The quality or state of being actual or true. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence. That which exists objectively and in fact."
That's the official definition in our language. However, it won't cease to be a vague concept, full of paradoxes. Every individual, in every plane of existence, deals with a different reality. How can living beings... no, that's too hard to deal with. How can human beings determine what is real and what not?
"This is a great sake, don't you agree, Mokona?"
"Yes!," it replies me.
Take this couch, for instance. It's a very comfortable couch, I must say. Anyway, how can I be sure it exists right here and right now? Just because I can feel it? It's not a good enough reason. Maybe my brain or a higher entity is pulling me a prank, and my senses are lying to me. Maybe I'm just reclined in nothingness, in an empty space.
What about the persons that never saw or touch this couch? Is it real for them? I'd daresay it shouldn't. Nonetheless, it's real.
As real as this sake. Hmmm, I should pour some more.
My reality involves magic, supernatural, creatures, worlds, non-ordinary fellows, karma. I've seen so many things in my life. And if you ask several "normal" persons, all of these is unreal. Just because it's not a part of their reality.
Heck, if it was for that, then I should say wives and housekeepers don't exist, just because I'm not one, and cleaning the dust out of this house is not part of my reality... it's a part of Watanuki's, anyway. But I digress. That boy's reality contrasts the one the kids his age share, also. He's seen so many things, and yet, a few people would believe him.
"How's dinner going, Watanuki? I'm starving."
"Mokona wants to eat, too!"
"Don't be impatient!"
Atta boy. Don't forget the white wine with the fish.
And what's the opposite of reality? Fantasy? Fiction? What a broad concept. How can you tell when a fantasy work is actually real in a different location or plane? Witches, for instance. It's fantasy for the majority of the population, and... you know, if they're not real, I shouldn't be here existing in the first place. UFOs? Some say they've seen them. Is it a hoax, or do aliens are real? Just because you don't meet a big-haired, white creature with large eyes and skinny body in your route to get to work, doesn't mean they can't be as real as, I don't know, lawyers.
I'd rather share a drink with a space traveler than a lawyer, actually.
"Mokona wants more sake!"
Fine, I'll pour you some more. And a bit more for me, now we're at it.
Where do we cross the line, I wonder? Sometimes we create objects or beings with our imagination. Who's to say they're fantastic? What if we are their demiurges in their universe?
Moreover, what if we're just the Gods' fictional characters, just acting the script for a play they wrote? What if Fate is just a daydream, not real in their lives, while it's the most important thing in ours? What if we're just Destiny's toys, like when a little girl plays with a Barbie doll or a stuffed animal?
Not even I can know the truth about realities. It's out of our comprehension. Our minds are too small to even grasp the concept.
Only the ones that can see beyond the mundane might suspect how complex is infinity.
"Yuuko-san, dinner is done. Huh? DRUNK ALREADY?!"
"Yes, inebriated of ideas."
"Er, weren't you two drinking sake?"
"Nevermind, Watanuki. What's for dessert?"