I don’t know how to begin talking about this. It feels almost suicidal to even mention that I don’t believe in reality. Well, it’d be more accurate to say that I don’t believe in a reality that’s objective, external, and independent of our beliefs about reality and ourselves. I believe in a world that’s shaping us and being shaped by us, constantly, one that we aren’t independent from and that will never be able to exist independently of us. What I don’t believe in is what I call the Infinite. To me, the Infinite is always there, a thing that all of us know about, but that we do our best to ignore. It is meaningless, shapeless, has no beginning or end, is where our Universe and everything in it came from, and where, ultimately, it will return to. There is nothing more frightening, or overwhelming, than the Infinite, but to understand humanity, and the world that made us, you have to understand it. So I’m going to try and explain what I think I’ve figured out, but bear in mind that I know nothing about the Infinite. No one does. All I can really do is tell you what I imagine when I picture it.
The Infinite:
The Infinite is to our Universe what our Universe is to us, incomprehensible, enormous, too much to make sense of. The Infinite is all that is, was, and will be, happening continuously, and happening simultaneously. If you, or I, were to see the Infinite, we would see a place that constantly changes, building and discarding ideas in what seems to be the blink of an eye. But if we could zoom out, see the Infinite in its totality, somehow, we’d see that it doesn’t change at all, for there’s nothing that really could change. Everything that dies is reborn somewhere else instantly, potentially in an infinite number of places, and it’s impossible to quantify what’s within the Infinite, a place where limits don’t exist. There’s no physics, so time doesn’t matter, and disorder and chaos are the norm. There’s no one to please, nothing to hold you back, nothing to say that you’re important or interesting. There’s just something we might describe as now, except now stretches forever, and there’s no way of knowing if you’re experiencing anything at all. So to give meaning, purpose, and truth to themselves, souls create worlds of all shapes and sizes, worlds in which things move, change, and have meaning.
Souls are the only things that live in the Infinite. Don’t be fooled into thinking that they’re like the souls that the wise ones once said we carry in our bodies. These souls are born from the Infinite, and in a world without limits, it’s impossible to tell where one soul ends and another begins. The soul that created and governs our Universe lives over and through us, watching us without really seeing or taking note of us. As it’s not bound by limitations, it has no concept of fear, and can’t understand why things like death would be unpleasant, for souls can’t really die. But the soul that created us can’t understand us, it does care about us, in a strange and distant way. It cares, or else it wouldn’t have given us a barrier between us and the Infinite; The Dreamworld.
The Dreamworld:
The Dreamworld, like the soul that made it, isn’t bound by limitations. But since it’s created by humans, its limitations come from what we’re capable of imagining, thinking about, and asking for. Within these limitations, it’s still far more versatile than reality, because reality isn’t solely bound by the limitations of a single species confined to one planet, but by the limitations of everything within the Universe that created it.
The key thing about the Dreamworld is that it’s not really a single, continuous thing, like our Universe is. It’s a lot of small, disparate worlds that overlap and mingle with one another and, over time, become a unified whole. Whether you imagine it to exist somewhere else, or only in the minds of people, you can’t deny its existence, or the fact that it impacts us far more directly than reality does.
Another thing to keep in mind is that the Dreamworld doesn’t just belong to humanity. Everything in our Universe uses it to express their will to the world, and allow it to be shaped into a form they believe in and feel safe living in. That’s important, because any world, even one as massive as the Universe, can only exist if enough people believe in it. If they don’t believe in it, there’s nothing separating us from the Infinite.
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