I think we are more like Schrodinger’s Cat than we would like to admit. I mean think about it. We each carry our own portion of reality around with us, in our minds, (I see that as cartoon bubbles over our heads). If I sit in a room by myself, and no one knows that I’m in the room, I might know that I’m alive, but no one else can know that to be true. In order to confirm that I am alive, someone will have to see me, or talk to me, otherwise my being alive would merely be an assumption. If were dead, my piece of reality would be gone and that would reshuffle reality as a whole. Our lives are made up of assumptions and changing realities. The only way to know what’s going on is to open the box.
Little piece of street art found in Stockholm’s undeground that says “Girls just wanna have fundamental human rights” by Jessica Hallbäck. Enjoy your day!
We are chips of carbon raining from an ancient galaxy, clusters of stars, dense and fiery, electrons hot and rising, cosmic matter embedding astral bodies burning in our mind. We are earth and heaven, desert locusts rising, blossoming vines linking, intertwining infinity. Orbiting planets gaining momentum above ravines and forests. We are life, birth […]
on January 31, 2017