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The Reality of the Virtual
By Carlos Miranda Levy · July 13, 2026 · first draft for the founder's review and rewrite — placeholders pending interview
By Carlos Miranda Levy · July 13, 2026 · first draft for the founder's review and rewrite — placeholders pending interview
Your child is crying over something you can’t see. A friend who switched servers and won’t be back. A character he built for months and lost. A group that left him out of a match. And you, who love him, feel the four most reasonable and most wrong words a parent can say in that moment rising to your mouth:
“But it’s not real.”
It is real. We’re going to devote this article to why — and to what you stand to lose if you don’t understand it.
Pause on the phrase for a second. When we say “it’s not real,” what are we referring to? The friend exists: he’s a person with a mother and a name, on the other side of a screen, in another city or another country. The conversation happened. The group really did leave him out. The only thing missing is the body in the same room. We’re calling an entire relationship “unreal” over a detail of geography.
And above all: the emotion is real. Your child’s sadness is not an imitation of sadness. It’s not pretend sadness because the friend was on a screen. It is exactly the same substance you’d cry with over someone who moves far away. Pain doesn’t check whether the bond met adult requirements before hurting.
This is the founder’s thesis, in his words, and we present it as what it is — a position, thought through and lived, not a laboratory finding:
Emotions happen in the brain and in the heart, not in the body or on the skin.
Read it slowly. What it says is that the physical medium doesn’t decide the truth of the experience. A hug consoles because the brain reads it as closeness and safety — and a message at the right moment, from the right person, can do exactly the same. The skin is a channel, a wonderful one, but it isn’t the only one, and it isn’t the one that certifies that something “counts.” What counts is certified by the emotion it produced. [SOURCE: verify — serious literature on the brain’s processing of social bonds and of social pain/exclusion; keep as backing, not as a central neuroscientific claim; contested science, handle per §4.3]
To be clear so no one gets confused: this is the founder’s position and a way of looking, not a diagnosis or a settled neuroscience claim. The academic debate on emotion and the body is alive and honest, and this site is not going to settle it in one article. What we do hold, with our feet planted in any parent’s experience, is the practical part: your child’s emotion over something virtual is real, and treating it as if it weren’t has consequences.
Here this article joins hands with its partner, “We don’t have a screen problem.” That one asked something hard of you: to stop policing the screen and start competing with it, to enter your child’s world instead of patrolling its borders. This one asks you not to throw that work away with a single sentence.
Because “that’s not real” isn’t a correction. It’s a door slammed shut. It tells the child three things at once: what you feel is mismeasured, the place where you live half your life doesn’t count, and don’t bring me these things. And the child learns the lesson instantly — children are lightning-fast at that: the next time something hurts him in that world, he won’t tell you. Not because it stops hurting, but because he already knows that in this house, that pain has no market value.
That’s the channel the other article asked you to open at age five so it would still be open at fifteen. Four words close it.
They’re worth naming, because they’re invisible from outside and enormous from inside:
The friend who leaves. An online friendship can be daily, long, intimate — sometimes more honest than the schoolyard ones, because it was built with words alone. When it ends, it’s a grief. Not a tantrum: a grief.
The pride in a virtual achievement. Finishing something brutally hard, ranking up, building something others admire. Behind it are hours of practice, tolerated frustration, and a goal achieved — exactly what we celebrate when it happens off-screen. If your face lights up for the goal and goes dark for the digital achievement, your child learns which of his efforts “counts.”
The conflict that wounds. Being left out of a chat, humiliated in a match, shut out by a group — it hurts with the same physics as the schoolyard. Sometimes more, because it doesn’t end with the bell: it rides in his pocket all the way to the pillow.
[INTERVIEW: Carlos — of these three (the friend who switches servers, the pride in a virtual achievement, the online conflict that hurts like the schoolyard’s), which can he tell from his documented experience? The brief asks exactly this. A lived fact would anchor the section; without it, it stays at examples.]
Now the balance, because without it this article gets misread.
Saying the virtual is real is not saying everything virtual is good, or that you enter it without judgment, or that it makes no difference where your child spends his hours. On the contrary: it’s because it’s real that it has to be taken seriously — and taking something seriously includes taking care of it. A real friend, you ask who he is. A real pain, you attend to. A real world, where your child lives part of his life, is a place you want to know, not ignore.
Notice the trick: acknowledging the reality of the virtual doesn’t take away your authority — it gives it to you. The parent who says “that’s not real” placed himself outside and lost the conversation. The one who says “tell me what happened, I can see it hurt” stayed inside, and from inside you can talk about who you play with, how much, what’s done and what isn’t. The same reverence for the real that asks you to console the grief authorizes you to set limits: nobody takes care of things that don’t matter.
That’s the bridge between the two articles. Presence beats the screen — and part of being present is not ridiculing the world where your child is also somebody.
The next time your child cries over something you can’t see, don’t ask yourself whether it’s real. You already know: the proof is that he’s crying. Ask yourself something else — the only thing that matters in that moment: will he keep telling me, or am I teaching him not to?
Because the day something truly serious happens to him in that world — and serious things happen to this generation in that world — the only difference between finding out and not finding out will be whether, years earlier, when he was crying over a friend who switched servers, you sat down next to him or said it wasn’t real.
The virtual is real because the emotion is real. And your child’s emotions don’t get turned away at the door for the place where they were born.
Note from Carlos
Emotions happen in the brain and in the heart, not in the body or on the skin. I’ve said it so many times it gets quoted back to me — and I stand by it. I’ve lived and worked on four continents: a good part of the relationships that matter to me have been sustained, for years, through a screen, and it would occur to no one to call them less real. With my son I confirm it in the most honest laboratory there is: the video games we develop together. What’s felt there — the frustration, the pride, the burst of laughter — is exactly as real as the table where we tell each other about it afterward. The medium doesn’t decide the reality of the experience. Presence does.
Nonna Lucia — the tradition
I raised four children with the Sunday table and a hand on the shoulder, and my first impulse is to distrust this — I confess it. But I’ve watched my grandchildren laugh and cry with people I can’t touch, and my daughter provides from far away through a screen and these children feel her near. So I correct myself: it isn’t the skin that makes the affection, it’s the constancy. Fine, the virtual is real. But being real doesn’t excuse it from good manners: there too one greets, one cares, one answers.
Marina Haddad — the evidence
I agree with the heart of the text, and I’ll get strict with the words, which is my trade and not a clinician’s — I’m not one. “Emotions happen in the brain and the heart” is a beautiful position, not a neuroscience headline; the debate on emotion and the body remains open. What is well supported for your living room: exclusion and loss genuinely hurt, body present or not. Keep that and you don’t need to promise more.
Polo — the caretaker
If this moved you, the pantry has places to go next: “Video games on the same team” (/actividades/videojuegos-en-el-mismo-equipo), to know that world from inside and not from the doorway; “The conversation that comes too early” (/actividades/conversaciones-demasiado-tempranas), which is where the big subjects fit — loss, belonging — without watering them down; and the /panel, if you want six perspectives on a concrete situation before reacting. I show you the pantry; the recipe you write yourself.
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