"I recalled the dreadful conjecture of Schopenhauer and Berkeley which declares that the world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation, purpose, weight or shape."
Jorge Luis Borges' poem is a very very interesting indeed. Throughout the poem, Borges brings up the thought that our active lives that we lead during the day are nothing compared to the lives we lead in our dreams. I had a difficult time understanding where he was going with this poem but the lines above lead me to believe that the world is just a bunch of mental activity that numerous people have declared to be true, therefore making society believe that our lives are not part of our dreams.
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