Feb 9, 2016 12:52 AM
In my half-baked worldview, I grant a certain allowance for the strange and the unexplainable. I believe based on historical evidence that sometimes events occur from outside our current cultural paradigm and express a wild and unruly aspect to the universe that goes back all the way to "before" the big bang. To a realm that still underlies all coming-to-be seething with surreal and spontaneous possibilities. See below.
But I also enjoy very much living in a regular and predictable universe. When I'm driving 60 mph on the freeway I like to assume a car or a person or a boulder is NOT going to suddenly appear out of thin air before me. I like to believe that the coffee I am drinking will NOT suddenly turn into blood after the first swig. Probably 99% of our living relies heavily on this nomological trustworthiness of reality.
But still, there are silent moments in my bed at night when I hear things moving in my kitchen, when what sounds like a golfball hits my front door and the outside of my apt wall, when streaks of light over my ceiling catch my attention, or when the sound of a loud hiss wakes me up suddenly, that I sigh and just tell myself: this luminuously percolating reality doesn't HAVE to be anything YOU expect it to be.
And in the end, isn't that pretty much what we mean by reality? Isn't the surprising and the different the very hallmark of whatever REALLY happens instead of the 99% of the time same old mundane shit that we hardly ever even notice?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celes..._Nuremberg
But I also enjoy very much living in a regular and predictable universe. When I'm driving 60 mph on the freeway I like to assume a car or a person or a boulder is NOT going to suddenly appear out of thin air before me. I like to believe that the coffee I am drinking will NOT suddenly turn into blood after the first swig. Probably 99% of our living relies heavily on this nomological trustworthiness of reality.
But still, there are silent moments in my bed at night when I hear things moving in my kitchen, when what sounds like a golfball hits my front door and the outside of my apt wall, when streaks of light over my ceiling catch my attention, or when the sound of a loud hiss wakes me up suddenly, that I sigh and just tell myself: this luminuously percolating reality doesn't HAVE to be anything YOU expect it to be.
And in the end, isn't that pretty much what we mean by reality? Isn't the surprising and the different the very hallmark of whatever REALLY happens instead of the 99% of the time same old mundane shit that we hardly ever even notice?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celes..._Nuremberg