Hello to you,

to produce a bit more "engagement" under this lines, I answer in this way:

It seems to be a kind of fashion to question one's own reality. Such things only seem possible to me when time and space allow one to indulge in thoughts instead of being preoccupied with activities. Whether reality is a simulation or imagination can be fascinating and I often wondered about the questions you ask here.

But I come back to the carpet as soon as I cook lunch or go out on the street, where there are necessities that need to be done. When I help my brother to extend the conservatory or visit a sick friend who needs help with the household or looking after the children. Playing cards with my sweetheart. A very popular activity with us. These questions don't arise there. Or when I'm pursuing my hobby: Tailoring. There are real problems to solve that require my thinking, that are focused on a specific thing.

The "big questions of humanity" seem to me to occupy too many people and they lose touch with their surroundings and struggle with social or economic questions to which there are no ultimate answers, unless you do what you do in your available and responsible space.

It seems trivial and meaningless, the life of an average person, he may want to have real adventures, a fight to the death. But if one were to actually send him into a fight, what would he do?

For me, it doesn't matter if I dream or am stuck in a dream world. As you pointed out, you never know it anyway, so why bother other than to make it an art instead of a misery?