idealism.

While I was away, nature told me that idealism was a nightmare that we would all awaken from someday. I looked around and saw that my clothes were an idea, my flashlight was an idea..but my breathing, the grass, flowers, lake, birds..whose ideas were those?

I can discern between reality and my ideas reflecting what my perceptions tell me what reality is. It's the finest line. This hints to me that an idea isn't just limited to a neurophysiological process; ideas can exist without a conscious observer. There is a distinction between thinking and being.

Being is a process more akin to feeling. Thinking is akin to cognition. When and if you cease your thoughts, your being or self blends into the background or whatever 'existence' may be defined as. This activity is widely known as meditation or ego death. Look at existence as a sort of 'backdrop' (since being is a singular or monistic, it has to be seen as one entity) When we think, we fade back out of the backdrop and expose ourselves to the foreground. We become distinguished as individuals.

It's a difficult thing to visualize. The more cognizant you are, the stronger you exist, the more you stand out from the backdrop of existence. What ideals plague us?
That is something I will be asking people this week.