- Vol. 04
- Chapter 02
The Philosopher’s Dream of Reality
When I question myself, am I really questioning the nature of my being? Am I contradicting when I rally against the belief of what I'm seeing? Is it the rock that I stand here upon or is it my feet that lack concretism? Are these legs a mere abstraction, the idea of 'legs' an aphorism? I have read Berkeley's 'An Essay Towards a New Theory of Vision' and despaired at how upstart man could dare to cross swords with the plan that God has wisely declared. What I see is what I see is what I have to accept and not question the sky.