“What is real” asks the Velveteen Rabbit.
“I think, therefore I am”, answers Descartes.
The problem is that Rene’s answer leaves you inside your own head with nowhere to go.
The Skin Horse knows the answer though… He was loved… loved into existence.
I know there are those that look upon my soul as undeveloped and needy, immature because I believe. I believe that souls connect and that LOVE is what makes us real… real beyond the boundaries where logic and razors Occam fail.
A mother’s son, old friends fast, and a lover dear; each encounter is a new birth, a celebration for both. For I believe in you, and you in me,
and that is what makes us real.
Descartes; “Cogito ergo sum”. He was wrong.
The Skin Horse got it right.
So out into the day I go, trying desperately to loose some fur…
Ego sum diligo proinde ego sum.
(I am loved therefore I am)
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