what even matters anymore

There is a surreality to life that nags at me.  As I think about memories, experiences, it almost seems clear, that I've lived in a world of my own creation.  The human mind seems to make a lot of assumptions prior to even getting started on figuring anything out.  If it feels real to me, and it feels real to you, parameters are defined.  Schemes of labeling and consensus, we navigate the world by this social radar, and yet it's all guesswork.

I know, all sorts of things are really important.  I'm not saying that I don't feel that.  I just know it's bullshit.  This isn't reality.  It isn't objectively anything at all, but these chemical triggers, shaped by evolution, what helped us survive.  Our eyes and ears make sense of the world, as was most successful in not getting ourselves killed.  Not what's real, we don't see atoms or hear wavelengths.  Just whether or not we're going to bump into something.

Our minds, interpretations, operate much the same way.  Navigating by what works, defining what's real by what gives us feedback.  As social animals, we give each other feedback, we factor into each other's interpretation of what's real.  Not necessarily in the most amicable of ways, but we form each other's reality, we form our own reality, but none of it is objectively real.

It's all just the firing of neurons, thoughts and ideas that come and go in an instant.  Real in that sense, but the firing of neurons sure isn't what it feels like.