Matrix

I’ve always been curious.

Once I asked to the teacher towards each side the Earth spins. I was eleven yo. Everybody laughed. She didn’t answer. Guess she didn’t know too…

Later, in high school, I wanted to know how an ameba knows where the food particle is, once it has no eyes to see it, nor radar, nor paranormal powers (as far as I know, at least…)

This time, the teacher answered. He said it’s by the trial and error system. But that was not enough for me. Wanted to know how it knows when it “touches” the particle, once it has no skin or neural system. I had to find out on my own that it’s by chemical reactions on its cell membrane. Then I wanted to know how those reactions happen, and so on…

I used to have other questions too:

What do we exist for? Why am I me and not you? Why is there poverty in the world? What happens to our consciousness when we die?

If I told you I know the answers to those questions, you'd probably stop reading right now. So, let's just say I've found out some peculiar things I'd like to share with you.

For instance, one of the things I've found out is that the answers to all those questions are all connected. What does the question of existence has to do with poverty? Poverty is a matter of politics, while existence is a philosophy issue, right? Not quite...

I’ve also found out that, for those questions, we’ve got to think on a different way. Maybe the questions themselves should be asked in another way. For some subjects, we cannot apply a linear, functional, instrumental, partial, Cartesian way of thinking.

In fact, for most subjects we can't.





Another point that gets in our way on find out those answers is that we’re too sure about everything.

We’re sure, for example, that grass is green.

But grass is not green. It only reflects light on a frequency/wavelength that our brains “reads” as green.

But my father’s brain reads it as red. Is daltonic.

Everything we see is just a “reading” of what is perceived by our senses.

This blog is a trial of getting out of the Matrix, of trying to see beyond the obvious.

Because, as in Plato’s Myth, as we look to the world, all we can see are shadows in the cave…