Sunday, March 13
Out to lunch
So I've been out to lunch the past week or so, thinking this: the world is a big place and sometimes we get trapped in a tiny corner. OK, world is the wrong word -- the universe, space-time, eternity and infinity squared, everything. It's huge, right? Beyond comprehension, right? Right. And yet, so many humans, and I'm definitely counting myself among the many here, and actually, truly, I guess I can't speak for anyone else just assume I'm normal enough that i can expand and assume others feel as I do, at least sometimes: so many humans, us bipedal treeless tailless apes with the large large brains, get stuck in a place, a time, a little world. We get stuck in a reality. And so often that world is self-created. So often? Always? Completely and totally? Every time, in every single instance perhaps? Is there a reality beyond our own brains and perceptions? Of course there is. And then again, there isn't.
What we see is what we create for ourselves. We create our own walls and gates, our own edges of reality, our own limitations, our own success. And it's not always conscious or intentional. That's the bummer, eh? It's often beyond our control, weird fluxions and functions and variations and the crossroads of everything, personal genetics, brain chemistry, the religious teachings absorbed by our gr-grandparents, society today and when we were a child, the influences good and bad, intentional and accidental of environmental chemistry and powerful elites and media flus.
So, OK, maybe I'm back.
What we see is what we create for ourselves. We create our own walls and gates, our own edges of reality, our own limitations, our own success. And it's not always conscious or intentional. That's the bummer, eh? It's often beyond our control, weird fluxions and functions and variations and the crossroads of everything, personal genetics, brain chemistry, the religious teachings absorbed by our gr-grandparents, society today and when we were a child, the influences good and bad, intentional and accidental of environmental chemistry and powerful elites and media flus.
So, OK, maybe I'm back.
