Here’s a newer piece I wrote in 2013 while I was in college. I don’t think there’s much more context this piece needs. Enjoy.
The One Brain
All that is real is the brain. Not many brains, but one brain. One brain that creates all in His mind, and all that is real is His brain. The brain. You, me, everyone. We are not real, or at least only one of us is. Maybe it is my brain, that created all of you. Possibly it is yours. Or maybe it is the bum that lives in the park by your house? Imagine, the only reality is that one bum’s brain, and we are all just figments of His imagination. Scary? Relaxing? Impossible? But what exactly is possible?
It was impossible for man to fly, then there were airplanes. It was impossible to walk on the moon, then there was space flight. All of these were made in the minds of men. Why not the whole world be a creation of one Mind? Maybe this Mind does not even know of it. It’s a subconscious creation, something of a dream.
What if I destroyed It? Would the world stop, cease to exist? Or would I cease to exist before I could accomplish the goal? What if it was my mind. What if the One Mind is My Mind? I could destroy It, and along with it all of you. For what would you be, but people made just to make My life interesting? Or what if it was Your Mind? Could it be that You created me? Could it be that You created me just five minutes ago, with all my memories and memories of me created at the same instant?
I think it is The Bum in the park. Who else is crazy enough to think of all that is in this crazy reality.