[post status: a quick, experimental, half-formed thought]
You know how when you feel something in your body, and you’re not quite sure what it is?
This homage to an old hymn gets weird rapidly after verse one, so let’s end it there.
Question: Is the whole world in our heads?
Answer: Depends on what you mean by “in our head”.
Let me explain, using this Highly Scientific Diagram of how we experience the world:
When things go wrong, my life is not worth living…
If I don’t get a degree, my life is not worth living.
If I don’t have a partner, my life is not worth living.
If I fail at work, my life is not worth living.
If I spend an evening alone while others are out having fun, my life is not worth living.
How can we know that we are separate from our thoughts?
What does it even mean to not be your thoughts?
I guess the justification was to broaden our minds, but, looking back, it was probably a handy excuse for our regular teachers to catch up on marking and planning while we were handed over to some other sucker.
Anyway. One thing always stuck out to me from this day in particular. We were asked to answer the question “What is a thought?”…
That night, each of us would tell one lie, and whoever convinced the most people to believe it would be the winner.
Harmless fun, right?
I forget what lie everybody else told. But mine went on to become legendary. It was this:
It drifted around in their bloodstream, dreamily content with its lot in life. Every moment was a joy. It was physically joined with its true love, and it had never wanted anything more.
One day, after a spate of joyous multiplying, the virus noticed with alarm that their host appeared to have fallen ill.
“Oh dear,” said the virus (for it inexplicably had the ability to speak as well as to experience abstract emotions like love and joy). “I’d better do something.”
And so the virus did the only thing it knew how: it began to multiply at a faster rate than ever before. It hoped that if it became strong enough it would be able to help its love.
But the more the virus multiplied, the sicker their host seemed to get. This only made the virus more determined to help before time ran out.
Spurred by love, it multiplied faster and faster and faster. Until, suddenly…