The only thing I can possibly ever be absolutely convinced is true, the only thing that is utterly scientifically provable beyond a shadow of doubt, is:
Awareness can also be named consciousness, perception, or even sensation. Awareness is the experience of something. And awareness is indeed the only thing that there is simply no question about. Awareness most definitely exists. In fact, awareness (or consciousness, perception, or sensation) can be said to be the very foundation of existence itself, with everything else emerging out of awareness. Anything else anyone tries to claim is “true”, no matter how convincing the evidence, is ultimately unprovable because I could very well be experiencing an illusion. Everything else – and I mean everything else – is nothing more than theory, possibility, and conjecture. Even the idea that there is something else to be aware of isn’t provable because it’s possible that there is nothing else and that awareness is simply aware of awareness itself like an ouroboros – the snake eating it’s own tail.
Of course, there does seem to be something else, and I’m very happy to entertain the idea of all kinds of other things being real, like rain, trees, the blue green marble that I call the Earth, very, very large things that go bang, my so very passionate husband, and an almost endless supply of ocean waves playfully dancing with the sand and stones all along the shores of this quaint old place that claims to be a slightly more recent version of England. But all I really know is that I experience something that gives me the sensation that these wonderful things exist.
I am conscious of you, while being conscious that you might be nothing more than a wondrous fantasy that plays within this awareness, but since nothing is provable, anything is possible.