08/15/2025
[Philosophical Reflection]
Solipsism begins with the radical premise: Only I exist.
If so, is the world I see nothing more than an illusion
woven entirely by my own consciousness?
Could other people, other forms of life, and even the universe itself
be mere phantoms that appear to exist only within my experience?
If that is the case,
the scientific laws I trust might be nothing more than devices
to preserve the internal consistency of my mind,
and every conversation and event around me
might be a grand stage set solely for my sake.
Yet this line of thought inevitably raises another question:
If everything exists within my consciousness,
where are its boundaries?
And beyond those boundaries,
in what sense could “I” exist at all?
Ultimately, the central question of solipsism is this:
“Where is the minimal threshold of reality I can trust?”
And once I step beyond that threshold,
I must even begin to doubt my own self—
falling into the philosophical abyss.
[Philosophical Poem]
I see—
yet my eyes know only a single thread of light.
I hear—
yet my ears know only a handful of trembling waves.
The world plays to the measure of my senses,
a small and boundless stage.
Its final curtain falls
with the closing of my eyelids.
So I ask:
What lies beyond?
Is the universe infinite?
Do multiverses exist?
The answer never arrives.
As long as I exist,
I am the center of the world.
When I vanish,
the world vanishes with me.
So I believe
in the infinite traced by lines of mathematics,
and in the reality that blooms within them.
That belief
rewrites the history of science.
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