…s of the show we’re binging on, and the girl in the elevator we want to say hello to, but never do. In other words, reality is the small amount of structure and meaning that we’ve managed to cobble together from an infinite and chaotic ocean of sensory information.
Damn that’s an awesome observation! So true! I try to explain all of this to science types that want to insist that the world is round or flat for example. I say, “all I can really know of the world, is what I see. And from what I can see, it does seem flat.”
Which is not to say that it is, just that I know I don’t have a big enough perspective for myself, to ever say I know what the world looks like from afar. I would have to be an astronaut.