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.