i ejoy little things. The Universe is a little thing.
wait a second, i am itty bitty, and i'm sitting on a floor tha'ts wider than i am
in a house heavier than i am
on a continent more smelly than i am
on a planet that grows more apples than i do
in a solar system that spins about as much as i might;
so how is The Universe small?
well, i guess i could be talking about
1)the universe
or
2)The Universe
either way they both have the same number of bits in their binary configuration
i.e.
010101000110100001100101001000000101010101101110011010010111011001100101011100100111001101100101
("The Universe")
and
011101000110100001100101001000000111010101101110011010010111011001100101011100100111001101100101
("the universe").
they both also have the same number of figures; 11 (including the space).
but the idea has no size, perhaps the size of our brains that is processing the information; the "idea" of "universe".
the entirety of the universe/The Universe is in our heads, in our brain, and not even all of it at once. chances are the concept is tucked into a particular corner.
something else i enjoy is becoming disconnected. i used to do drugs on a daily basis, i longed for the urge to become disconnected from reality; from myself.
this approach eventually took a toll on what my reality tunnel sent my way in the way of mental images. dropping out of school, locking myself in my apartment drinking myself into oblivion for days on end, yet somehow convincing myself i was happy with this.
things dont always work out according to my plans, and i have come to accept this. this was a prime example. this disconnect was not a healthy one. sure i could temporarily disconnect, but i had to pay for it, and not only in a monetary sense. i wasnt the only one that paid for it either; people close and dear to me paid in multiple ways.
i digress.
i wanted to detach. i still do. stuck in a particular reality tunnel might eventually lead humanity to tear itself apart due to its brittleness and inability to adapt to change. real change, not promises of it.
every so often i will hear one gem of information that will metaphorically open my eyes and change my thinking, revolutionizing it.
this one was by a certain Robert Anton Wilson where he spoke about the danger of mis-using the verb "be".
right now i can say "I am sitting on the floor babbling incoherently and then pompously blogging about it"
or, thanks to the Matrix movie series, the idea of maybe being fooled into thinking that this "reality" might not be the "true" reality, we can mor easily accept the former statement to perhaps be more true if stated as
"i believe i am sitting on the floor babbling incoherently and then pompously blogging about it".
or
instead of "the grass is greener on the other side"
i say "the grass appears to be greener on the other side"
and then leap over the fence only to find out the grass is really a field of punji sticks and caltrops painted to look like green grass, in the worst way possible.