FR: SEM.

EMMANUEL CAAZARES
TO: REV. FR. RAMIL ESPLANA
RE: REFLECTION IN EPISTEMOLOGY
DT: JUNE 29, 2016
AM I?
Dreams have many faces.
Maybe, it is a dream produced during a slumber, mostly appearing to us as real, yet
dubitable as we open our eyes, realizing that we woke up from another dimension; or in another
sense, a dream which is consciously created as a motivation to afford onself an end unto which
sometimes he casts his doubts given the means laid on him to catapult himself into such goal;
in another hand, a simple daydream it may be that we think of in our leisure that transports us
into another world a world devoid of restrictions. However, in the latter face, it is a bridge that
would lead us to the second and consequently to the first face which is a result of conscious
thoughts in a day. Each of the faces has doubts entailing it, as angest does in every decision
according to Kierkegaard. Upon the accomplishment of the process, before us will stand the
greatest doubt that which of our existence as though we stand before a mirror without any
reflection of ourselves. What will we do? Well try to look for it.
Nevertheless, our doubts would also depend on what happens in our dreams. A dream so
much embellished with provocations of enchantment makes us want to stay in the wonderland;
forgetting the reality waiting for us. For what we see and feel that is good and beautiful, becomes
true to us eventually. So as we wake up, curse and regret comes out from us, pounding a fist
against the now seemingly untrue reality. But, it would be a different unless we wake up with
a better scene. But, however rich is the beauty our dreams, we will also inevitably come to
question whether its real or not.

If a dream clad with horror terrorizes us, suppose we are running from a someone, somewhat life-threatening or mourning because of a death of someone, we would pinch ourselves to
reality; what a great sigh of relief would it be if it were a dream. Yet the anxiety still lingers, as
we wake up and stare at nothingness, in contemplation of the previous activity which transpired
in the mind. Then finally we say, Its only a dream. I wonder if Descartes had either of the two
dreams.
To delve in further, to doubt something is a natural stimulus to know whether somethings
real or not. To doubt your existence in a dream only but affirms your existence in it; you think on
the problem of your existence. Now, the question Am I really existing, yet having all the
evidences of ones existence presented before him, is not baloney rather it proves that still, one
is not yet convinced of what, where, and how he is, given the incomprehensibility of the scene he
is taking part in; be it a beautiful one or a nightmare. The only veracious idea is that I doubt my
existence, right here and now; I think I doubt, I exist right here and now. We have applied this
notion to the instance of dreaming. Then what if were only living in a dream?
As I perceive it to be, were in a never ending cycle of waking up in a dream. We best get
out from this dream through a circumstance that transports us into another dream be that
circumstance a huge bump on the road, sending us shock enough to force us to question whether
the scene we are in is real. Now when I say real, it compliments, answers, and confirms our
existence in that particular scene. If the latter takes place, then it is a waking up phenomenon,
leading us a step closer to a distant certainty which is really the goal and fulfillment of our
existence, yet still holding on to the conceived idea of I am, I exist cliches as they may be
which in turn precipitously blows us into asking Who is behind all of this and of all the

greatest, Before me, is there an entity that which holds my existence, casts doubts on me,
ironically to clear any preclusion that hinders me from the truth that I am, right here and now?
Very true enough, the doubts we are having trouble to think of, are but accomplices of the
Ultimate Reality; the doubting event, consequently leading us to a waking up phenomenon, yet
only step by step, is a sure way to achieve a Definite Truth. A Child, with the purest mind, having
no blemishes of ideas, is someone very far from the Truth, as he is just starting to extract what
surrounds him; in contrast, a man journeying too far so as to affirm his existence with so frail a
goal that which is only found in this receptacle of existing beings only exists. Not only we
exist in a sojourn set upon a quest of finding the Ultimate Reality, the Ultimate and Definite
Truth; we live also.