Life is so intensely complicated right now. Why does love have to take up so much of my waking thought when it is not something that is really physically active in this world. Love is but a distractor, forcing us to live in our heads and not in this world. But, do we really live in this world, or do we really live in our heads? At least, love is making us turn our heads away from the projection of our senses into our conscious.

Would the world exist if we didn't exist? This isn't my normal question wondering about our own existence. It is more of a question of what is the world, if it does in fact exist. It is a vast expanse of location and probability, which are translated by our senses. If our senses didn't exist, would the world only be mathematical theory or would it still "exist" in the generally accepted sense of existence?