My question is "what is reality"? You haven't given me any good answer.
Let's imagine (with a nod toward Plato's cave) that you are born and raised in a 6X6X6 white room. During this time you are given (colorless) food and water through a small white tunnel, but have no contact with anyone else.
Would you have any idea about reality? Would you understand what it meant to be human? Would you understand what color was? Would you have any idea of Democracy of Love or stars?
I think not. Your firm belief would be that the Universe is very small, lonely and colorless. That would be your reality. You may believe that some being (God) was providing you with food and water.
To this person, what is the difference between "view of reality" and reality. This person has no possible way to understand what (our) reality is. In fact, if we were to let this person out (again with deference to Plato) this person would be incapable of even understanding our "reality" and may prefer to return to the white room.
Furthermore, if we were clumsy in this experiment. The person in the room may hear us talking and walking around. Perhaps these noises will corresond to when the food arrives. What will the person think? He may equate this with God or who knows what. But this person would never imagine who we were?
So what is the use in speaking about the difference between "view of reality" and reality.
We are just like the person in the room. We are very limited in what we see and experience. Our senses are limited and we need to rely on ourselves to experience what we sense.
We only see a small portion of our own Universe. We only can experience three dimensions. Who knows what else other beings could experience? Who knows what I am misinterpreting.
So, I don't think it does any good to speak of "Reality". There may be a "reality" but it is completely inaccessible to you.
My point is that what you percieve is all you get. You need to construct your own reality based on that.
(BTW this ideas are not original. See, for example ...
http://www.constitution.org/pla/repub_07.htm
But I am certain of one thing. When I die, you all cease to exist in the Universe I experience. (So you better be nice to me.)