Search

when discussing Descartes we came across the idea of being a figment of someone else's imagination. It was said that you would realize your existence to really be a part of something greater than yourself. With out devoting fully to the truth we would never know thus we would be slave's to someone else's mind. On the other hand, if we search for our own existence and realize that we are merely a mental projection, and upon this realization we disappear would it be better to just chill?Is the search for the truth promising or rather can we be agents of our destruction. It is possible that the truth could be grossly horrible, but the fun is definitely in searching.