Suddenly I find myself questioning this popular notion that many or all of our experiences stem from illusions.
I have perceived a sort of illusion before; something nearly tangible and markedly present. When I looked around, everything seemed to be made of smoke and mirrors. Like a soap opera set with all the accouterments like curtains and beds, if you were on such a set you could get the impression that no one lives here, that this is an invention of some thing.
In those perceptions, I could say that the illusions are not strictly speaking illusions per se, as they are as present and tangible as anything; more like a spectrum ranging from that which is discovered to that which is invented. I am not aware of the entirety of reality. In that sense, I am often discovering previously unknown aspects of reality. Like the wheels, I can invent my way of looking at reality which effectively changes my reality. Sometimes this process of invention occurs without having conscious awareness of intent, if you will.
Inventions (what is popularly called illusions) and discoveries (what could be called genuine perceptions of reality) are both equally real, they are just two modalities of perception, as well as what is between invention and discovered.
My feeble attempt to describe my perceptions and put them in a perspective that makes sense to me. I feel near the point at which words betray me. I feel close to something but I'm not sure what.
Invention might be just one more cop out word in addition to illusion, which I also think is a cop out word.
Three days ago I wouldn't have said that, but now I'm deciding to look at my belief-framework again.