Vanity Fair is running an essay contest. They request 1500 words on the nature of reality in contemporary America. I can do it in ninety-nine.
What is reality? I know the answer.
Like the ad says, reach out and touch someone, hopefully not a stranger on the subway, but someone you know and could grow to trust. Do you feel their warmth, and the way the skin of their arm compresses slightly under your fingers? This is real: what we can touch and smell for ourselves. Everything else is suspect.
So feel; smell. Only then will you be certain