In the Window
I'm thinking about perception. I mean are the things we see actually there? Like, I'm looking out the window right now and yes I do see what's outside, but I also see reflections of things behind me in the room. I even see myself. But I'm not outside, I'm inside. At least that's what I think. How do I know that what I'm seeing is not some other me? I know you could say that I can prove it's just my reflection by moving and seeing that the other me moves, and then you can say that since I thought about what I was doing first I must have instigated the action and the other me was just reflecting what I did. But what if I'm some mental reflection of him? What if the only reason I thought to move was because he was thinking about moving and then that was reflected in my thoughts and we both moved? I mean my senses tell me that this other me is just a physical reflection of myself, but what if I'm actually seeing some other reality, of which I am just a reflection? Is it possible that all of my thoughts are just reflections of this other me's thoughts and therefore all of my actions are mere reflections as well? What if we are just living in one giant 3 dimensional reflection of some greater reality. Maybe that reflection that I see in the window is really the real me living in some strange dimension that I can't even comprehend and I see him in the window because he thought it would be funny to see his reflection in some strange otherworldly mirror. But then again what if he too is writing this and thinking I'm the strange other him? What if we're both just reflections, like when you hold two mirrors up to each other? Is there even a real me or are we all just reflections? And if that's the case where does it end? Is there some strange third party me that's not me or the me in the window that thought it would be funny to see how I reacted to seeing myself? Maybe that me held up millions of mirrors and I am repeated into infinity, just looking at my reflection in the window and thinking all this shit. Well, at least it gives me something to think about.
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ReplyDeleteI remember a college bull session, which is kind of what yr blog is (not that there's anythign wrong with that) at which a friend who was Aristotleian and generally believed in the evidence of the senses said "That light bulb really exists."
To which I replied that I would grant him the reality of the lightbulb, but that everyone else he thought was an illusion, and that we were just two walruses on an Arctic beach looking at a lightbulb that had just washed up on shore.
By the way, I looked much less like a walrus in those days.
Larry Yates