We don’t see things as they really are
After the craziness of the past weekend, was hoping to find some time to decompress.
Unfortunately, had a full blown night of insomnia that’s thrown me off kilter for the rest of the week.
In any case, my friend Paolina asked me if what happened over the weekend was a Big City thing or not. Didn’t know how to answer her since I spent my entire life here.
It’s like that thing I told you about years ago where a frog in a well knows nothing of the ocean.
Wonder if the fish in the sea’d be surprised to know that that we’re up here shooting each other to death over parking spaces?
Most of us spend our entire lives unaware that we’re in our own little fishbowl in the universe. Some of us realize the net result’s usually the same.
Me? I read anything I can get my hands on, trying vainly to see the world as it is, rather than what I think it to be.
But every once in a while, someone reminds me that I don’t actually see things as they are, I see things as I am. Who I am. Where I am.
The sun is white.
It’s the atmosphere that makes it seem yellow. But it’s not yellow at all and only a handful of people ever has seen it as it really is.
That bothers me some.
But then I get some sleep, eventually, and forget that I once cared to know.
Location: in a newish room
Mood: philosophical from lack of sleep
Music: You want me down on earth, but I am up in space
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