Really Not Real

Out of all the statements we could have started with, it's going to be "this statement is a lie." It's one of the better known paradoxes, and it's one of those that makes Pinocchio's nose go crazy. Also, if I were a computer, I would be forced to shut down, spending the rest of my days remembering that one time I was dumb enough to even start processing an infinite loop.

It is a human's ability to not do any of that crap, to not think in one set way, to have "doubt". And because of this simultaneous perfectness and imperfectness, anything we see or tell isn't reality. Reality simply IS reality, but the moment we try to mimic it, tell it, interpret it, or even show it, it's not quite reality. Or, as the author or some other guy put it, "the real story isn't the official story; the real story is my version (wrong, too, but aware that it's wrong) of the official story." In fact, I guess you could say that any sentence with "story" and "reality" in the same line is antithetical. Don't quote me on that.

So, the author asks a very good question: "The world exists. Why re-create it?"
This kept me thinking in front of my computer for about two minutes, which is more than a lot of people can say. Well, people are emotional thingies, so we strive for emotion (or perhaps lack thereof), entertainment, and some other word that starts with e. I don't know the exact logic behind it, but I believe it was inevitable that complex lifeforms seek to do this kind of stuff. As it's stated again and again, reality simply is.

Anything I've written isn't reality. Reality Hunger isn't reality.
If there's anything I learned, it's that nothing is reality.
Except reality. That's the real deal.