Philosophers have noted that reality’s experiential, and that it’s thereby impossible to divorce “the universe” from our experience thereof.
Most famously it’s been noted that, were we nothing but a brain in a jar, being stimulated by electrical current, we’d perceive existence no differently than we do in day to day life.
It’s thusly suggested that we cannot trust the evidence of our senses. This is the point.
I understand this.
Yet my thoughts return to those brains in jars, convinced they’re people living full lives.
And in my own jar, in this little lab, I can’t help feeling jealous...