Reality

I have come to realize that what we consider important in our lives is totally arbitrary and fabricated. For instance, in Michelangelo Antonioni's Blow Up the mimes are playing tennis with an imaginary ball as if saying that as long as we all believe in something collectively, it becomes real, even if it is not. This would explain how a lie can become true to a culture as long as we all accepted as valid. Meaning is created socially. As an individual you may believe whatever you want, but without the validation of the others your beliefs lose significance and reality.

Meaning

This is very interesting, it's fascinating how all these things seem to support the way I feel about the world. So far I've only scratched the surface, but I'm extremely fascinated. I've been trying to answer what creates meaning to our existence. I've been working on this idea that we are actors on a stage, called life, and that all that we are and do seem to be in relation to an audience.

The power structures that exist in our society makes me question to what extent are we really free. For Foucault even the unorthodox young university professor is a fabrication of the institution he belongs to. It's a way for the system to makes us believe that universities are not coercive institutions, so this popular academics are illusions that makes us belief that we are free.