Ever wonder why you're you and not someone else?
It's not an expression of self loathing. It's something we all play with at some point I imagine. Maybe there's more there. Perhaps instead of asking why you are you and I am me we could ask why am I animate? Why is most of reality not perceptual and we happen to find ourselves in a position where we are? Of all the events that we could occupy we find ourselves in one where the event is that of perception. Of course I couldn't imagine it any other way... However, I could answer why we're human.... It's nice to know that still doesn't answer the question. Whatever the answer is it's sure to be of profound significance.
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The tree seen in relative macroscopic solidity
If I could touch the inside I'd feel the grain in rings perpendicular to its sagittal. On a rainy day the rain droplets would rush over and off the leaves, slowing their decent before they make their way to a puddle on the ground. The earth accelerating them towards its center before showing the apparently solid nature of the objects at its surface. Like a clock that scales as you move towards it... drawing you in.... then slowing your motion relative to another observer, as the waves from you and the clock interfere and expand past said observer. From the uniformity of a point the smooth expansion of signals, the oscillations of any apparent fields holds these things together... tracing their paths... showing themselves in the overlaying patterns of a slowly changing grain. In transverse, the proximal, the distal appendages, and at a scale in their fractal like extensions.
By Nicholas Powers5 years ago in Poets
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