Books On Reality Novels & Stories

and he wishes to understand a bit more so he can compare it to Alex and everything Alex is. The task itself sounds complicated but it’s only after collecting twenty different psychology, sociology, anthropology and literature books that it dawns on him how unreal the task he has given himself is. Right away, he discards all the books having to deal with human evolution since Alex is already modeled after a Homo sapien. “I think therefore I am,” says Descartes. “Our world is not the ‘real’ one,” says Plato. “What we see isn’t real. We must attain a higher level of understanding to surpass what we are taught is reality.”

"Then tell us everything. How do we differentiate between the realities? How do we find you... the other you?" The room grew colder as Selene began to recount the Council's dark experiments, detailing how they had played with the fabric of reality, creating rifts and fusions. "To differentiate between realities," she began, "you need to be observant. There are subtle differences, markers that indicate which reality you’re in." Suddenly, a cacophony of whispers echoed through the chamber. The very walls seemed to be muttering, an unsettling reminder of the unstable reality around us.

The appearance is fleeting. The appearance is vivid. The appearance is dreamlike. All accurate. None definitive. Because the appearance is not the reality. The appearance is the reality appearing. The reality never appears. The reality never disappears. The reality is the appearing itself. Without the itself. This. The light that needs no name. The love that needs no object. The being that needs no subject. The reality that needs no appearance. The truth that needs no proof. The home that needs no arrival. The self that needs no recognition.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

I surrounded myself with books that didn't help me face the reality I had, and taught me to run away from reality. "Izzy, these books are nice, but I realized that these books are one of the holds that Rian has on me. My mind isn't as stable or as positive as it should be, and I need to change that," Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes.

"I found it. The original binding." Marina appeared instantly. "Impossible. The Chain of Reality is theoretical—" "It's in the Void. Or the Void is in it. Both. Neither." I struggled with language that couldn't contain what I'd experienced. "It's what makes reality real. What forces choice between existence and non-existence." "And?" Kieran asked through our restored but transformed bond. "It has six more links. Six more seals." I looked at the Watchers, who had materialized without anyone noticing. "But breaking them doesn't destroy reality. It just makes reality optional."

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

POV: Wolfy A book was a dangerous thing. A sword could cut you. A bullet could pierce you. But a book? A book could rewrite the software of your mind. It could change the parameters of your reality without firing a single shot. I sat in the corner of the barracks common room. The leather-bound volume heavy in my lap. Across from me, Neoma traced the letters on the page with a finger that still trembled slightly from the aftershocks of the Wastes.

To his astonishment, the safe opened. “What a pathetic romantic.“ Chad snorted. He took out the documents and was thrilled to find what he'd been searching for. The documents of Belmont island. The faint, approaching footsteps got him acting rather quickly. He placed the fake documents he'd arrived with into the safe. Neatly, he folded the real documents into a small briefcase. He returned the portraiture to its initial position. “Mr. Chad.“ Gwen walked in. “You have some Russian visitors.“ “Thank you, Gwen.“ Chad Belmont was thrilled. The frustration was gone. Right now, he could pass up as the happiest man on earth.

' she asked looking at me questionably as seems to judge my maturity level. I don't know how I can explain the thing I saw that day on those snowy mountains. I can't even tell if it was real or just my imagination but that feeling of being stared at was too real to be a child's imagination. So, calling it an alien for now is good enough. I was never good in the area of romance. Every time I look at boys around me instead of love I feel disgust. May be alien is my choice. I grabbed the towel and entered shower having a good relaxing shower finally brought my mind at peace. Its the only place where I can get some 'my time' or so what I thought. Just when I was thinking of peace she called agai