The Meaning of Reality

What, I say, is the meaning of reality?

This amorphous agglomeration of senses we experience day by day? This mixture of the olfactory, optic, sensory, and palatable impulses that we absorb with our axonal endings and process in the super computers we call our brains? What is the conscience, and what role does it play in our lives, nay, our existences?How can one explain her outlook on the world, the way she sees it, and the way her brain, her strategically placed mass of white and gray matter folded upon itself, functions?

Is what I see what you see, is what I taste what you taste? Is my outlook on the world mine and mine alone, or do you share a similar view through your eyes, for mine fail me at length, and in their myopic grandeur I get naught but a fuzzy resolution.I see the world as a whole, I see the separation of sound, light, motion, and the movement of electrons from one being to another, from one particle to the next, creating the instances we know as interactions.

I see the world as a chaotic system, yet ordered in its seemingly endless complexity.

I know that what is happening now has existed for all time, and what has happened in the past continues as I type. Never would I assume that we, while so often erroneously assumed to be the pinnacle of evolution (that which has no direction, and so no apex!) are naught but placeholders in the infinite space of the universe.

How easily man is fooled and how quickly he becomes self aware!


2/4/08