Me, Myself, and I

I'm starting to dislike this guy more and more.

Who am I? What am I? Where am I? What's happening? These are the kind of questions that come to your mind after reading Savater's third chapter called I Inside, I Outside.

According to our friend, there exists a possibility of not being human at all. We may be just a bunch of brains just flying around in some laboratory for researching purposes. Maybe our reality is just an illusion created by someone or something else. Well that would just suck. I don't like questioning my existence. But hey, this can't be an illusion because...I already know what an illusion is. I've seen it before, I might have felt it before. I know other people have had illusions before. There can't be an illusion inside of another illusion...can it?

"Cogito, ergo sum" - René Descartes

Yay! Now I am sure that I exist, and that I can't be possibly part of an illusion or some kind of computer program that is just creating everything and everyone that surrounds me.

Now hold it right there. What if I AM an illusion? What if whatever created me is making me THINK I'm thinking? What if I feel because I was created to make myself THINK I feel? What if whatever created me is making me feel like I exist? Am I just a bunch of bytes in an internal memory?

I rather not question myself about whether my life has been just a complete waste of time, because I must admit I'll never have an answer that completely satisfies me, and I know I'll keep making myself questions until I give it up. It kind of relates to the question "What's the meaning of life?" Since I don't have access to the creator of life, for now, I'm just gonna have to settle with this:

I know what I've done and felt in my life is real. If not, I'm sure I much rather spend my life actually LIVING it and doing something with it, than spend it surrounded of hypotheses that may never be solved and make a complete waste of time out of it.