Everything, but existance is imagination?

Question

Everything, but existance is imagination?

Answer 1

i dont get it! expalin?

Answer 2

Because we create what is in our existence.

Answer 3

it is,if only it were that easy to believe it was nobody would even decide to kill himself if he or she would accept that everything is just a figment of imagination or plainly a game

Answer 4

Some may disagree.  As existence may also be imagination.  There are thoughts that we really don't exist we are living in only a dream.  And what does it mean to exist?  Your question evokes lots of thought and is why one must ponder in philosophical thought as most questions have no true answer.

Answer 5

I would say not. Imagination is thoughts waiting to be materialized. Science has proved that thoughts are matter themselves. It's only a matter of time until energy transforms into the part of existence that can be seen. Of course, it may not. But either way, thoughts (imagination) already have a life of their own. What we see with our eyes closed can make us feel just as much as what we see with them open.

Answer 6

The range possible meanings for all three of those words makes this a hard question to answer without clarifying.    

Answer 7

where have you been all theses years??

are you imagination individual or real

Agree with temerson

Answer 8

Existence, living our presence, our demise, our presence and demise is but illusory, we are transient particles of an eternal life cycle, eternally temporal. Actualism, a house with love becomes a home, loved ones leave behind a morbid mood of melancholic memories, and it is gone, no more, in its place stands wasteland, no evidence to prove it ever existed or was. We are ... what? What is our nature from one moment to the next, our friends are but figments our family are here a part of our being and existence and then they are not gone, as imaginary as the God who created them. Photographs, images, paintings are here in our hands and lost are lost forever to become depictions, myths, legends or tales from the mouths of those who knew them as much as they know anything of this world. We emerge from the unknown light, and we are the darkness too. We are the candles seeking the sun having no affinity or association but an intuitive sense of peace, it is light and peace and love, and then it scorches so, burns out hearts, brings us to tears of blood wept for a stone of rock impervious and immovable and we looked to find it tendered, wounded itself awash with the blood of its own singular folly, so what is life and living, why do we procreate d**n a new generation to this uncertain world and existence, a momentary joy, a search for love, a lifetime wasted and the moment long since passed ... I babble.

Answer 9

Your question is to totally illogical. Are you saying that the chair I am sitting on, the PC I am using, the radio I am listening to are all in my imagination? How can objects be mere figments of the imagination? I am not imagining sitting on a chair; I AM sitting on a chair, I am not suspended in mid air!