do we trust our own minds? nancy says.
what we think of as our minds may only be imaginary constructs of our thinking, he says.
what is our thinking? she says.
a river, he says. or waves on a beach. or rain from the sky.
yes, she says.
and according to some theories we are only contained for the moment within vessels that we feel are ourselves each separately, he says.
i kinda like that being separate from the others, she says.
i always hated crowds, he says.
so, she says, things may not be going quite as we had hoped.
good thing we didn’t have any plans for it one way or the other, he says, except going with whatever day to day.
not an easy thing to do with everything to worry about, she says.
yup, he says.
so our thinking thinks of itself as a mind, she says.
a socially transmitted cultural construct perhaps, he says.
and it constructs a collective reality for this mind to exist in, she says.
something like that, he says.
but where does it all begin? he says.
or has it always been? she says.
there are all possibilities with everything, he says, aren’t there?
one might imagine, she says.
infinity is zero, he says, so that’s where it begins – and ends.
sure, she says, i guess.
everywhere nowhere, he says.
but we wanna just go to heaven, she says.
it’s in there somewhere, he says.
where? she says.
anywhere he says.
how about starving and freezing in some death camp? she says.
i wouldn’t know about that, he says. but i would imagine it’s possible if one sets their mind to it.
i doubt that, she says.
yeah, he says, me too.
what else do we doubt? she says.
everything, he says, except maybe our own existing.
why not that? she says.
if we do not exist, he says, then how do we doubt?
i guess, she says.
but this is not saying we know what we exist as, he says.
right, she says.
so, she says, what do we do?
attack, he says.
attack what? she says.
our own idiocy, he says.
but we were talking about the origins of everything, she says.
yes, he says, we were.
so, she says, everything sure is a bit odd.
it would be odd just existing, he says, nevermind the rest.
but it doesn’t exist, she says.
not really, he says. we are thinking it exists.
and it’s no more than that? she says.
perhaps, he says.
if the illusion is real, she says, then that works.
sure, he says. and somehow it does seem to work.
yeah, she says, for all intents and purposes it is real.
we need to behave as if it were, he says, yes.
but if it’s only our thinking, she says, then why can’t we change it?
we do change it by doing things in the world, he says, to a certain extent.
even breathing? she says.
even breathing, he says.
but i meant really changing something, she says, like water into wine.
yeah, he says. but if we all each could do that the world would dissolve into nothing. in order for the world as we know it to exist there must be certain rules and order – but not too much or it all just solidifies.
so, she says, we agree to this reality.
in a sense we agree, he says, in that we have evolved thus far as a successful social species with creating and maintaining a collective reality that appears on the surface to be real and unchangeable. yet when closely examined it disappears into nothing.
it disappears into as far as we can perceive it, she says.
yes, he says.
but this may be all wrong and mixed up, she says.
there is that possibility, he says. but until we know better this is what we have sort of come up with.
it’s not true, she says.
it’s a theory as yet to be proven or not, he says.
if ever, she says.
exactly, he says.
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do we trust our own minds? nancy says.
what we think of as our minds may only be imaginary constructs of our thinking, he says.
what is our thinking? she says.
a river, he says. or waves on a beach. or rain from the sky.
yes, she says.
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and according to some theories we are only contained for the moment within vessels that we feel are ourselves each separately, he says.
i kinda like that being separate from the others, she says.
i always hated crowds, he says.
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so, she says, things may not be going quite as we had hoped.
good thing we didn’t have any plans for it one way or the other, he says, except going with whatever day to day.
not an easy thing to do with everything to worry about, she says.
yup, he says.
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so our thinking thinks of itself as a mind, she says.
a socially transmitted cultural construct perhaps, he says.
and it constructs a collective reality for this mind to exist in, she says.
something like that, he says.
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so, she says, it’s as real as we make it.
or fake it, he says.
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so, she says, what is our thinking composed of?
energy? he says.
good guess, she says.
but from what source? he says.
good question, she says.
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maybe from itself? he says.
another good guess, she says.
the serpent swallowing its tail, he says.
good analogy, she says.
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but where does it all begin? he says.
or has it always been? she says.
there are all possibilities with everything, he says, aren’t there?
one might imagine, she says.
infinity is zero, he says, so that’s where it begins – and ends.
sure, she says, i guess.
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everywhere nowhere, he says.
but we wanna just go to heaven, she says.
it’s in there somewhere, he says.
where? she says.
anywhere he says.
how about starving and freezing in some death camp? she says.
i wouldn’t know about that, he says. but i would imagine it’s possible if one sets their mind to it.
i doubt that, she says.
yeah, he says, me too.
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what else do we doubt? she says.
everything, he says, except maybe our own existing.
why not that? she says.
if we do not exist, he says, then how do we doubt?
i guess, she says.
but this is not saying we know what we exist as, he says.
right, she says.
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or, he says, we got it all wrong.
yeah, she says, probably.
oh well, he says, we’re idiots.
always have been, she says.
and will be, he says.
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so, she says, what do we do?
attack, he says.
attack what? she says.
our own idiocy, he says.
but we were talking about the origins of everything, she says.
yes, he says, we were.
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so, she says, what about that?
it begins/ends where/when infinity is zero, he says.
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and him and nancy set up an umbrella.
as a spaceships hovers nearby.
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so, she says, everything sure is a bit odd.
it would be odd just existing, he says, nevermind the rest.
but it doesn’t exist, she says.
not really, he says. we are thinking it exists.
and it’s no more than that? she says.
perhaps, he says.
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i guess it wouldn’t need to be anything more than that, she says.
yeah, he says, why should it?
no reason, she says.
nope, he says.
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if the illusion is real, she says, then that works.
sure, he says. and somehow it does seem to work.
yeah, she says, for all intents and purposes it is real.
we need to behave as if it were, he says, yes.
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but if it’s only our thinking, she says, then why can’t we change it?
we do change it by doing things in the world, he says, to a certain extent.
even breathing? she says.
even breathing, he says.
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but i meant really changing something, she says, like water into wine.
yeah, he says. but if we all each could do that the world would dissolve into nothing. in order for the world as we know it to exist there must be certain rules and order – but not too much or it all just solidifies.
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so, she says, we agree to this reality.
in a sense we agree, he says, in that we have evolved thus far as a successful social species with creating and maintaining a collective reality that appears on the surface to be real and unchangeable. yet when closely examined it disappears into nothing.
it disappears into as far as we can perceive it, she says.
yes, he says.
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but this may be all wrong and mixed up, she says.
there is that possibility, he says. but until we know better this is what we have sort of come up with.
it’s not true, she says.
it’s a theory as yet to be proven or not, he says.
if ever, she says.
exactly, he says.
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