At point does “real” become imaginary? Or does “real” never become imaginary, but instead, is “real” sometimes unseen and not yet understood?
What initially begins as blue skies which we can literally see above us does eventually become the dark, black, mysterious outer space where we assume God and the angels are. And maybe even aliens and time traveling holes in the universe. While the past simply begins at one second ago, which we all can verify quite easily, if we continue going back in time, we eventually find ourselves in stitched-together memories of high school and even childhood. Keep going, and we were not even born yet. Travel further back in time, and we would see Abraham Lincoln, whom we all agree was a real person. Go still further back to the life of Jesus, whom some proclaim is the Son of God, some proclaim was simply a great teacher, and some proclaim was never actually a real person. Go back to the days of Abraham, the earthly father of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. Finally, we get to Adam and Eve and before that, the beginning of the Earth and the Universe. But at what point in reverse time do you stop believing in reality? At what point does it become hard to believe?
What started out as simple look around us ended up becoming one strange trip. It’s easy to recognize what exists right before us in our own time and space. But very quickly as we extend the frame of perception, we have to admit we can not literally prove anything. Faith is unavoidable, for every single person alive today and every single person who has died in the history of the world.
While I am definitely a self-proclaimed black and white kind of guy, as I love things to be simply laid out before me in a practical way I can follow and understand them, I am just as equally an abstract, neon colors kind of guy as well. I am a cross-breed. I am a hybrid. And I believe that life is as well.
We can not separate the mostly relatable first episode of the TV show LOST from its spiritual, heavenly series finale. Our existence is both real and a dream. It is both tangible and invisible. It is both reality and a fairy tale. Until we reach the limits of outer space, and until we travel completely back and forwards in time, life is something we can not truly begin to figure out or understand in the smallest degree.
Life is both black and white and color. Life is both real and a dream.