We are all trapped inside our own heads, and our beliefs and our understandings about the world are limited by that perspective. Which means we tell ourselves stories. Right? So here we are in this infinite data source. There’s an infinite number of things that we could think about (but we edit and delete. We choose what to think about, what to pay attention to). We make up a story, to make sense of what’s going on. And we all get it wrong, because we’re all trying to navigate with our own skewed compasses, and we all have our own baggage, but the stories themselves are utterly convincing. And we all do this, and a lot of the stories that we live by aren’t even our own.
Ecliptic – Echosphere
