> who the heck knows what is even real. We're here now, whatever this is. YOLO. I don't disagree, but in this essay PKD seems to say that there is no objective

> who the heck knows what is even real. We're here now, whatever this is. YOLO. I don't disagree, but in this essay PKD seems to say that there is no objective reality, rather everybody has their own experiential reality that is at most somewhat connected to others' experiential realities. This is a far cry from saying, as I believe, that there is an objective reality and we each experience it subjectively and with whatever fidelity to the underlying reality we're capable of. The former view seems a lot more hopeless / nihilistic -- what's the point of striving for anything if it mostly only affects our own reality?