"I'm not really here, Parkman. It's an illusion, like life."
~Usutu to Matt. (Heroes, series 3, BBC, 2008)
The idea that life is an illusion has never been particularly startling to me as the concept was introduced to me at a very early age. The idea of "how do we know whether what we see is real?" was one of the freaky ideas that dad liked to talk to us about when we were little. I think he just liked scaring us at the time but he does have a point.
I suppose we can't ever know whether what we see is real. (Right now mum is looking up how much the 'Truman Show' costs to buy on DVD; it is a film about someone who's whole life was a TV show and all the people he knew were actors but he was oblivious to this fact.) I also can't really get to grips with the idea that I could be the only one. I mean, how weird would that be?
For a start, I don't think I could invent half the people around me. They're too crazy! I like to think that my imagination is fairly active but people surprise me far too often. Also, if I had invented the world there would be more rules! People would actually go up the right set of stairs at school without me telling them off, for example. (Hm, there's a point, what are the moral issues surrounding that?) The world would make more sense.
I don't think that it's impossible that the world isn't some kind of weird illusion to keep someone up there amused at how I react to different things. Of course it could be. But it seems like a lot of effort for vague amusement. I just find it highly improbable that this is the case. There aren't really any logical arguments for it, just that it could happen. Well, I could turn into a green balloon dog tomorrow but I still don't lose any sleep over it. (Yay, analogy!) I have to assume that this isn't some elaborate joke by a supernatural being or I wouldn't be able to function in normal society. Sorry, Usutu, I'm going to have to go with the bet that life is not an illusion.