meditation of descartes.

i am like a prisoner who happens to enjoy the illusion of freedom in his dreams. Begins to suspects that he is asleep, fears being awakened, and deliberately lets the enticing illusions slip by unchallenged. thus, i slide back in to my old beliefs; i am afraid that if i awaken, i will need to spend the waking life which follows my peaceful rest, not in the light, but in the confusing darkness of the problems i just raised.



reality vs dreams