I saw this clip recently and it stirred me to ponder just how subjective and personal all this can be. My own history involves creating a picture story in time of who I am and how I think I got to this point. I assume I was born because that is what they told me. My parents gave me a name and everyone called me that and I went along with it.
As this iteration unfolded , I surveyed it and came to conclusions along the way depending on how I defined each aspect ... I gave it meaning and it congealed as my world. I became a focal point, a center of a universe called me but I saw early on that I was but one of many for everyone else also seemed to have this self centric point of view. All different, but the same too. Bubble realities as an idea got me thinking... and I find myself a bubble in the foam of a vast and seething ocean. So much to explore.
So, back to the idea of history... We do each have our own history and made a story of how it is... how it all got here. Personal and in a broader sense such as the civilization we find ourselves to be in. The world we seem to be on.It is constantly being revised according to how we define it, how we say it is and what feels most true. The funny thing is, in one sense there is no history at all. It's a story made up right now and lives as an idea.
What actually IS right now is creation itself... the actualization and fulfillment from a sea of infinite possibilities... and yet.... I AM. Life and my relationship to it. It's funny really when the humor lens wins out over the need to get over the shock of it.
I saw this clip recently and it stirred me to ponder just how subjective and personal all this can be. My own history involves creating a picture story in time of who I am and how I think I got to this point. I assume I was born because that is what they told me. My parents gave me a name and everyone called me that and I went along with it.
As this iteration unfolded , I surveyed it and came to conclusions along the way depending on how I defined each aspect ... I gave it meaning and it congealed as my world. I became a focal point, a center of a universe called me but I saw early on that I was but one of many for everyone else also seemed to have this self centric point of view. All different, but the same too. Bubble realities as an idea got me thinking... and I find myself a bubble in the foam of a vast and seething ocean. So much to explore.
So, back to the idea of history... We do each have our own history and made a story of how it is... how it all got here. Personal and in a broader sense such as the civilization we find ourselves to be in. The world we seem to be on. It is constantly being revised according to how we define it, how we say it is and what feels most true. The funny thing is, in one sense there is no history at all. It's a story made up right now and lives as an idea.
What actually IS right now is creation itself... the actualization and fulfillment from a sea of infinite possibilities... and yet.... I AM. Life and my relationship to it. It's funny really when the humor lens wins out over the need to get over the shock of it.