Take away the psychological mechanism of projection (Which is our ability to imagine/make-up stories about what we experience) and nothing makes sense. We make up the sense we make of things by telling ourselves stories about them. We imagine the entire apparatus into existence. We look at this image and see it because of the stories we tell ourselves about it. A baby fresh from the womb wouldn’t be able to make sense of it at all. We have to learn how to make things up correctly in order to see the things everybody else sees in roughly the same ways they see them. We learn to agree about what things are and what they mean in order to make our way through our life. Behind/beyond the sense we make of things lies the mystery at the heart of life and being, waiting for us to perceive enough of it to make up stories about it. And all of it that lies outside of the range of our senses of perception are forever unknown and unknowable. Yet, we swagger around like we know everything there is to know. Ho, ho.
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