reality of unreality

The reality is there is no reality. There is no social hierarchy to die for or compare oneself to. This is a fabrication put together long ago by non-elegant smart ass white people. It is the same these days, as in those days, with art. The reality, if there must be one, is that there are more people in jail, therapy, and dead because of this makeshift real world we live in. We have more divorce, more discourse, and more all around unhappiness than ever before; with the exception of war, world-wide disease or famine, or anything else that man can provide. All one has to do is think for a moment about how long we have here and where we stand on the timeline of life. Our reality, the only one that matters, is the one inside our minds as it relates to real life situations. By that I mean we shouldn't stray too far away from the reality of our unrealities.