Reality isn’t a thing. Well, it’s not something we interact with. It’s just a story we tell ourselves. Other people make things up and tell us stories. I like the one where there is this immortal being going around helping people throughout the universe by trying to restore justice and kindness. I don’t accept it as my reality, but I REALLY enjoy my deliberate suspension of disbelief.
Maybe one day a time lord named The Doctor will drag me into crazy adventures in a big blue box and surprise the heck out of my version of actual reality. That would be awesome. I think… maybe. Also how could I tell if it was really happening or if my mind were tricking me? Would I want to be able to tell?
There’s a large fandom that enjoys this same suspension of disbelief. We collectively, for the most part, tell ourselves and each other the story of how these stories are unreal.
As a species we’ve learned to cross check our beliefs by finding out what other people believe. Especially people like scientists or religious leaders that other people also believe in. Our own experiences usually have more weight than others’, though. The stories we tell ourselves of those experiences even more so.
What do you believe that other people don’t?