was out to get him, that is his reality. His mind may have somewhat altered the perceptions that his reality is based upon, but it was based upon those perceptions nonetheless. Im sure the little old lady that he has buried under his rose garden was just minding her own business, possibly picking up his trash for him. In his reality, she was probably looking for dirt on him. In my reality, on the other hand, I might thank her and cut her grass.Also, in my opinion, our reality changes as we grow. When we are first born the trees and clouds outside are not part of our reality, because we havent even seen them yet. And, when Aunt Pete and Uncle Bob first come to visit, they will just be two loving relatives. The nature of the relationship will not even matter until knowledge on the subject edges into the mind. The transition from 6th to 7th grade was particularly hurtful to my reality. I wasnt the big guy in the school anymore. There were older people acting like I was when I was the King of the Hill, so to speak. When I got to my senior year it (my reality) took another course. All of a sudden, my classes werent so easy anymore, and I wasnt able to breeze through them like before. Teachers were preparing my fellow classmates and I for college, and they started grading a little tougher, as college professors would.My point being, reality is not something to be set up against a standard. It is totally abstract from every other reality around it. Life as we know it is nothing but our respective realities meshing together....
