काय आहे रूप वास्तवाचे, कळले नाही मला;
शोधताहे सत्य त्याचे, मिथ्या म्हणती ज्याला. — गणेश
What is reality truly, eludes me forever;
I'm seeking for it, if there were one ever. — Ganesh
Perhaps there is no
the truth. Only models of truth. Versions of truth. Aspects of truth. Perhaps it is not possible to rebuild
the truth by putting together the jigsaw pieces, because there is none to start with. (Does it mean the core hypothesis of the judicial system is failed?)
What is reality? There is objective reality comprised of objects and events, that exists regardless of the presence of observer. But isn't this reality composed by me, the subject, through my senses? And this subjective reality, very personal reality is what matters to me the most. My personal history, memories, emotional responses paint the reality in real-time. And this reality, that is based on my neuronal excitations, is what is more real more me; is more persistent.
This reality, many times, despite contradicting to the objective reality, despite being orthogonal to it, is the one in which I live. Perhaps we all live in; many times.
Extreme notable examples could be individuals with symptoms of schizophrenia or psychosys. It is not unusual that I too visit this self-created world where my perceptions don't match with either that of most of others or what is possibly objective reality.
The former represents collective reality, the role of which must not be undervalued in creation of objects of reality.
