Carson Collins wrote:
OK, I thought maybe that was what you meant: the notion that what we commonly experience as being out there
is actually a neurological representation inside a blob of jelly enclosed within a dark hollow bone, the skull. This is true, however it does not, by definition, qualify as a "virtual reality".
a realistic simulation of an environment, including three-dimensional graphics, by a computer system using interactive software and hardware.
- World English Dictionary
The brain is not a computer, nor does it's structure or function closely resemble computers as we know them.
Ok so you play lets pretend and then get all real on me, what kind of head do you have Mr. Wolf? Just messing,lol.
Yes I do not dispute any of what you say but, ideas, thoughts, dreams, all come very, very close to reality at times and yet they are not, then again it could be said they are virtually real.
In my tiny little blob I have deduced that virtually nothing is real and I only think, believe it is, take my beliefs away and I am not left with very much at all really, not even a real use for my jelly, the application of make believe in a make believe world, wow.
Dark is the day and I feel a ditty coming on:
We are chaos in motion
A twist in a massive plot
Chaos to ourselves
Believing we are not
We invent ourselves
As a natural state of being
A million, billion cells
A force beyond our seeing
Not an ancient god
Or a modern science
We are products
Of a natural appliance
Virtual reality a metaphor for thinking and in your understanding I read you understood, in fact I would have put your billion dollars on you doing so.
I could have said: if you don't have a dream then how you going to have a dream come true, but it didn't sound as good to me and I didn't write it, I must say a neurological construct bears a close resemblance to something that is virtually real.
I propose that we exchange our billions of money for something far more virtuous, like a billion synaptic pathways oozing with love.
I will have a very large glass of pure reality and spend all my love synapse on Irene going back to sea, please.