I’ve been playing with the idea that we exist, each in our unique and separate worlds. Our sense of reality - a blurry projection of our own biases and beliefs.
Our bodies relate in a common space & time ... but the experience of our interactions must filter through isolated minds.
When I step into a room, you do not actually perceive me.
You cannot perceive me - as I am, in my completeness.
I’m an infinitely complex being, striving my way through this physical existence.
The attributes that meaningfully define me - the nuances of my character, my deeply held values, integrity, and grit - are fully out of your reach.
Instead, you piece together a story from my clothing, my skin color, expressed gender & posture.
Context clues and vocal tone may help you form a shallow sense of me.
And what if I admit to burdening you in a similar way?
You - an infinitely complex being - with vast potential in every choice, at every new moment.
For convenience I interpret you through sets of old stories, norms and labels.
I'm helpless but to draw analogies - connecting you to anything simpler, more familiar.
Have you noticed this?
About perception, and its flaws?
Clarity requires active work.
Self awareness, with meaningful examination/exchanges.
Because my world provides its own observations.
Narratives, and subconscious triggers - which, sometimes, only I access.
From birth ... my reality, and sense of self, are constructed through a personal, manually expanding, curious mosaic of prior assumptions, and knowledge.
In what space of possibility have I confined myself?
How stubborn is the shape of it?
And here we are in our worlds, together.
And this strange, human disconnect might be sufficient for us, for a while.
But I hope that we're doing the work.