Have you ever thought about the fact that the only thing that separates how we feel on the inside from what we express on the outside is merely a very thin layer of skin…and for some of us hair. Our eyes and ears record the stories of our lives.
Speaking of eyes, let’s start there. The eyes are like the lens of a camera and the brain a recording device. What the eyes see, the brain records for current or later use. Our brains are so powerful that we’re recording more than we can actually keep up with, but it’s still being recorded. The ears are the other key contributor here; they’re a function all to themselves. You could very well be looking at someone but hear something completely different than what they said. Now, the most intriguing part of this process to me is the transition between what went in and what comes out. How we interpret and process what goes into us is what our lives are really all about. Its like we’re our own photo processing centers since no two people can physically see the same thing the same way; there become an infinite number of ways to see the same thing. So throughout our lives we’re constantly recording and storing data and emitting our interpretations of this data all over everyone else. Why do you think that is?
I see our minds as a sort of vortex. A place that an infinite amount of possibilities and realities all exist in the same place at the same time. However, what’s happening on the inside is affected by what’s going on outside. In other words aren’t we only products of what surrounds us? All of our ups and downs are based on the environment that we find ourselves in; conversely the environment that we’re in is based on our decision to be there which was influenced by how we felt…
As I sit and write this blog I’m trying to get out of me the interpretation of a feeling that was created by afects around me as well. There’s a riddle here to be solved. How do I gain control of the world that is within when its being influenced by the world without? Since babies we have strived to express what we felt inside to the world outside. We dress up in our lies each morning and try to show that we have control over ourselves when just behind that thin layer of skin a plethera of feelings, thoughts and beliefs are dying to be exposed.
As I watch the process of the calamity that erodes the sanctity of the land in the Middle East, at times I almost find it funny how two peoples with (I’d put money on it) very similar DNA sequences, could hate one another so feverently. This is all based on their belief systems and their insistance that everyone else possess the same. We don’t even have to go that far to see this same behavior. In our own homes, aren’t arguments simply that one person sees things differently than the other?
Time has a funny way of revealing things and it’s finally revealed to me that life is just the way we see it….