What is real? A question that some would say is common at pubescent ages, but when asked no one answers, and when someone tries to answers no one asked. Our consciousness can only understand so much, and what we do understand is what we made it to be. Two plus two equals four because we made it equal to four. We created the laws of the world through our limited understandings. But when we reach a limit that seems almost limitless, like time and reality, it almost feels like we don't want to continue. Like whats the point in solving the questions no ones asked, whats the point in solving the problems that don't effect us as people, as a