Why abstract painting? Why not realism? Why not figurative?

I am a figurative painter. I am a representational painter. Reality is abstract. I paint reality.

Reality is abstract. Then you witness it, act upon it with your senses, turn it into abstract language, painting a safe predictable recognisable patterned non-granular sequence of flowing events on a ground in abstract space-time. It becomes an emotion, then a comparison, then an opinion, then it stratifies into a familiar picture. Your version of reality.

Imagine you were born into a state of sensory deprivation, without language, without dimension, without light and raised like this into your teens. Then suddenly you’re exposed to the external world. No word for bird, flight, tree, colour, depth, distance, time, reality…Would you be confronted with a cohesive, organised, predictable flow of events governed by learned convention in language based dimensional space-time? 

Or would you experience a flat textured two dimensional plane within which time, line, form and colour exist simultaneously?

Sounds like a painting?

Whose is the more authentic experience of the world? Yours or your imaginary alter?