We are not born with information.
The severity of an illusion lies within its shadow of a doubt. Objects as artifice are as credible as our eyes make them out to be.
The gut loves to sensationalize fear. The beating heart frustrates under the tick-tock of boredom. The mind interprets thoughts that drive reality.
What makes the external world feel real?
From the outer world to the inner state, sculpting perception is irrational but intentional as we all seek to decode reality into meaning.
What is the external world but just a bunch of code that exists in our heads, sorting out the facticity of objects?
Our impulse intends to give experience the benefit of “truth, both in matter and in mode.” We use our pragmatist razor to cut comprehensions down ruthlessly.