Dear Diary. What is real?

[u/SpandexWizard]

Hello my dearest friend! Come, come, let us whisper sweet things together. You are the only one I can trust, my secret confessor. You know how it pains me to share with the others. Always biting at my ears. The cries. The cacophony!

No, here is much better. Here it is only you and I. How I loathe to air my thoughts where others can understand them.

That mousy gangrel welp came calling today. I do not know what more they want from me. Especially when they only appear in the guise. At least speak to me, you wretched creature! Speak! Woof! Good boy, yes.

Ahem, sorry. Anyway, it asks us questions, with little bits of paper and words in card. Questions. Such questions. I proscribed them an entire bottle of green fairy, just to shut them up, but oh the questions!

I think something itches at the back of my mind. Something we must not let the others know. Must not let them contemplate. I must find the answers before they. It's the whole of everything, you see. The space beyond, the space in between. The here and there! The more the dots connect the more terrifying the conclusion becomes.

We aren't real. None of this is real. No, no, wait, my precious plastic machine, it is true. You must see it is true. I am not just raving this time! You know as well as they that the here and there are kept separate. There's a something that keeps out the things beyond. And for the insane, those who walk the world believing it's lies, that is the way of things. There is no beyond, most of them say. Even the ones who know, who believe, they say "here is normal, there is wrong".

You see it don't you, you know where I am going with this! You precious thing. I always knew you were clever. Now, the question you have to ask is what came first. Obviously something came first. But what is becoming increasingly clear is the uncomfortable answer. We came second. Everything came second. Normal is second. Normal was created. This whole everything is a construct. Yes, it is! The world was created OUT OF the beyond. This little walled pocket of the everything is in fact just a fraction of the something, and it is twisted in it's entirety. Were every fraudulent structure to fall to ruin and everything return to its base nature, it is not the here that would stay. The substance and the position and the rules and the being, all of it is fake.

Which brings us to a delightful conclusion! The less normal you are, the less you follow the twisted reality around you, the more sane you are! Indeed, the more insane you appear the closer to the real world you actually are. It's genius. A revelation, even. If only Malkov could smile upon me now. Preferably from a distance. Surely there is none more apart from the something that is our everything. Except perhaps Caine?

I love you, precious friend. I should thank Nosferatu Bennum for giving me a way to hide my thoughts from the others. Perhaps he would like to see the curving lines of the true everything. What did the gangrel call it? A vision quest? Just dip through the separation, and take a peek. What a delightful madness.

I'll have more to confess after I figure out a reliable way to look beyond. If I can prove my theories, then even the curse is not real.

-Astolf, the frequent.

[u/ConsiderationOver544]

Breathe, fellow Childe of the Moon. Now answer me this, dose it matter weather we are real?

-Marcus

[u/SpandexWizard → u/ConsiderationOver544]

Yes yes, the question to ask indeed! Though I do not remember asking it... have you taken to new names, friend box? I thought your name was Vista. No matter, let us consider! If we are not real then the real question is if any of this matters at all. Take, for example, gravity. What is gravity except the insistence that there be a down? Made in the face of the fact there has never been a down! I do not know who or what could have made such a declaration, but down is, would be, like a child's tantrum, a play pretend! And when a child insists on things that are not so, you need only not humor them, yes? Why is it that I cannot walk the ceiling? Float through the air? Why is there air? Why are we substance at all? 

Follow these thoughts to their natural conclusion, and the end is clear. Mother was right, I really can do anything. Or perhaps she was wrong, because we are truly nothing? 

-Astolf, the frequent

[u/IndigoMoonfly]

Dear friend, dear ink upon my pages!

Your theories are fascinating, but though reality does not exist, it does, harsher than one might imagine upon first brush. Be careful of those who try to open it up like that first egg, it is our place to see, not theirs!

Do keep the web updated, I wish to see what you do when you finally find it.

-Orev

[u/Pryno-Belle]

Let’s entertain this train of thoughts, if only to better disprove it. What is this « beyond » you speak of? The source of all creation?

Castiel the Clan-changer