One is the loneliest number

Yesterday, I was going on about how I don't believe in anything anymore. However, at this point in time I have decided that there is at least one thing that exists. That one thing is me. I must exist. If I didn't, then there would be no way for me to come up with these thoughts. Whether or not there is a demon trying to deceive me, I must exist. There is no other way.

When I say that I exist, I mean that my mind exists. It is my mind that is creating these thoughts. I do not know if my body actually exists. The only reason I once thought it existed was because my senses told me it did. But like I said, those cannot be trusted.

It may sound strange, but this means that the mind must exist separately from the body. The mind is its own entity and is not created from matter. It can exist even without a physical brain in which to reside. My physical body, if it even exists, cannot perform any of the mental actions that my mind can.

Message to the malicious demon:

Get out of my mind!

Go ahead, doubt me. I dare you.

Have you ever had an intense dream? You know, the kind that feels like it's real. The type of dream that when you awake from it, the only clue you have to convince yourself that it all took place in your head and is not reality, is the fact that the person you were having dinner with in this so-called dream was Abraham Lincoln. (Note to self: Try to cut down on run-on sentences and anachronisms.)

Well, what if you were dreaming right now? Maybe you're not actually reading this blog. You're just dreaming that you are. Scary thought, no? Welcome to my world. It's a place where hyperbolic doubt rules all.

Dreams can play with people's senses and make them believe and feel things that aren't actually there. Since my senses can be tricked in this manner, I can no longer put any faith into them. It's like I'm looking at an optical illusion 24/7. It's a shame really. Since pretty much everything is experienced through senses, I don't know what exists and what doesn't. And that includes everyone I know.

When I meet a person, I can see, hear, and maybe even smell and feel him. It is through my senses that I know the given person exists, but since I now doubt my senses, I also doubt that this person exists.

So now you probably wonder why my senses might be lying to me. Well, there doesn't really need to be a reason. I will doubt them either way, but I have thought of a few. I've already stated before that I might just be dreaming, but there is more. What if there is some malicious demon that is purposefully manipulating my senses and deceiving me? Why he would do that, I don't know. But it certainly is possible.