artificial reality

it's so easy to be mistaken. it's so easy to take whatever information we get here and there, and find our own truth with it. especially when we are blindfolded - by love or hate, by sorrow or despair. by something that veils our senses and keeps us from seeing the reality as it is - unreliable, unpredictable, lacking logic and coherence all the way. seldom are things as we see them, for we can never see the whole, big picture. most of times, we see pieces, broken shards, and we collect them and make our own image, our own reality. and how surprising it is to find out that we've been building our feelings upon an artificial reality of our own making..!