Realities are just descriptions of the world around you, perhaps just the story of your life at one moment, one point in time.
This is a story, a reality, it will be incomplete and will contain errors, it may be totally untrue.
I hope it will not waste your time to read it.
But time is not money, it cannot be refunded so do not ask as a refusal may offend
I am a small fit healthy black female Native Aboriginal Australian sitting under the stars by my fire in the red sands of the Northern Territory. I am smoking a peace pipe, in a civilised diplomatic way with my extended family. The peace pipe I am smoking is a fat brown Havana coiba cigar hand rolled on the sweating thighs of beautiful Cuban Virgins, at least that is what the Cuban couple who visited us told us. Near me large Salt Water Crocodiles are eating in the river while others laze on the banks, my sons are away hunting Kangaroos for dinner with their spears, and a large coiled Tiger snake is basking in the evening light as red backed spiders scuttle away from the heat of the fire.
My parents are sleeping nearby, snoring comfortably.
My brother left recently on a Boeing 747 apparently made in America to see for himself what all the excitement seems to be about in far off distant lands we have been told are called Israel, Palestine and Lebanon, someone said they had read something in a Newspaper about it, we have no newspapers so it was just conversation but after that he decided to seek adventure and travel there to see for himself.
He took 4 of our best Boomerangs to use as gifts for the locals when he arrives, walked to Darwin which took a couple of weeks, and traded 16 more Boomerangs for Airline Tickets. The enormous 747 Aeroplane he climbed into had red letters on the side "Singapore Airlines", we have no idea what that means. The next time we saw an Aeroplane it was much smaller and with "Japan Airlines" written on it. He worries it may be cold in Israel and Palestine and wonders if he should try to get more clothes.
We don’t need clothes because we are not ashamed of our skins.
Sometime, perhaps years later, my brother will probably return we hope at least, bringing something back for us, it may be a sniffle, a cold, it may be a wife and children, it may be some photographs taken with something called a Hasselblad we understand is very special but also very old and very cheap, he may be given one by someone at some point in his journey.
He might bring back Scottish Whiskey which we could drink while we smoke our Cuban cigars, burning the leaves of plants and inhaling the fumes which we enjoy, just as much as the smoky fire which keeps us warm.
Some white people from The United States of America recently visited us and told us very passionately that we are hurting our planet and theirs with our fire and cigars, the smoke from our fire will go into the air and make us hotter, and that these particular cigars are evil and bad because of where they come from. While explaining what the words evil and bad meant, they persuaded us to try their thinner white smokes called Marlboro, that we must be made to learn the error of our ways and think like they think. They tried to explain about something called the Ozone Layer to us which seemed very important to them, but after joining us, living with us for a few weeks, drinking the Vodka which some Russians had given us the previous year and smoking a couple of our Cuban cigars despite themselves, they became less serious, less earnest, forgot about their Ozone and have decided to stay and live with us. One of them has produced children with my sister.
Yesterday other foreigners visited and told us we had something called Uranium nearby in the ground and they wanted it. We knew it was there but have no use for it, we don't eat or wear uranium, we don't sleep near the uranium because we know where it is, always knew, we wake up with sores on our skins when we sleep there by mistake. We said we don't want it, in fact we don't even like it, you can have it. So they dug the Uranium, some of it, out of the ground and took it away. Good luck to them, we have no idea what they did with it, and it makes no difference to us. Our crocodiles and snakes and kangaroos are still here, we still have enormous tasty Barramundi fish in our rivers if we want to fish them out.
Some other foreigners from France arrived the week before last and offered us small shiny pieces of metal which they said were very important and valuable, we agreed they looked quite attractive so we took their gift which we now wear as earrings. I only need two, one for each ear, they called these pieces of metal the EURO, we just call them Jewellery.
In the years of my life so far, many very earnest individuals have come to meet us and tried to persuade us of something that was very important to them, many of them called themselves Missionaries and they told us about their Gods, we patiently listened because not to would have been impolite, some when they had finally realised that we do not want saving from ourselves, just went away on their own accord.
Other white people who arrived in wooden boats, wanted to make something they called a Prison here near us. They had decided that lots of people in their own country should not be allowed to live there anymore and they wanted to send these people who they described as "Evil Criminals" to their Prison next to us. Some of us were against this but these white people from Great Britain insisted and were very violent, so eventually we had no choice, they just did what they wanted.
Some years later all the evil criminal people expelled from Great Britain have been let out of those Australian British Prisons and are now living with us here on the same land, we argue, we discriminate, this is easy to do because they are white and we are black, they like to live in houses and drive cars and we do not, but we do now share the land, because we have no choice apart from total war and we know what that means.
Some nice Swiss people came to visit us 10 years ago and brought something they liked called Time, as a gift. They wore it on their wrists and it was quite a nice thing, the time they gave us was called Swatch. But then some others also gave us Timex. For a while they persuaded us it was important we always wear it and always wake up at the same Time, eat at the same Time and go to sleep at the same Time.
We indulged them for a while, but after they left we forgot to put our Swatch Time on because we already knew what time to wake, our Sun the big warm light in the sky comes up every day and always has as long as we can remember, and our dreamtime memories go back for generations, the heat from the sun has always waked us.
So we forgot to remember about the Swatch Time and have mislaid it somewhere. No matter we know we can live without it and without the time called Timex Time which really confused us, because Swatch Time and Timex Time were never quite the same so we did not really know when to Wake Sleep or Eat!
We decided we do not want time, it does nothing for us, the sun and the planet is more reliable and we do not have to wear it.
Someone called Tim Berners Lee or something came and visited politely and told us there was a new toy that was very important and we should have it and we should want it. It was called a Personal Computer from IBM with Software from Microsoft and a Broadband Internet connection from someone whose name I am afraid I have forgotten.
Well I have used it to write my thoughts down on.
I may continue to use it, I am not sure at the moment.
The only way to find out if there is ANY truth in this reality is to travel yourself to the Northern Territory of Australia and look with your own eyes and feel with your own senses.
It may be me, I may be posting from there, this may be my story, my reality.
It is JUST A STORY I wrote and perhaps all of our realities are JUST STORIES we write ourselves.
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Reality is out there and objective. It sounds like you're vaguely on about the Marxist concept of ideology and hegemony.
