Good Now, Play One Scene Of Excellent Dissembling.

Perhaps some interesting blah blah about all this is about the nature of matter. That would be everything; body, brain, space, wall, air, sun, all the apparent substance of the world. Part of all this, some interesting concepts anyway, is: what is it we see/hear/taste/touch/smell/think/feel, and who sees/hears/tastes/touches/smells/thinks/feels. Say there's a mountain, who sees it? What is seen? Where is it seen? What apprehends it? This picture of a mountain exists where? There's a lot about this mind-bending concept here, great fun, thanks Randall Friend. And hand in hand with the who-is-perceiving notion is the what-is-being-perceived. What is it, exactly? There are little electrical charges that make up the pictures and sounds and sensations and light and dark in the brain. That is all it is: energy. Energy in the apprehension, and moving further, energy in the composition. Physicists have been banging on for years that matter is actually energy. What is that, exactly? Well, deeply into the structure of apparent matter, and the forces and laws that seem to govern it, lies next to nothing. Equations exist to explain that certain particles exist, not because they are known, but because other particles behave in a way that suggests their existence. The behaviour of the particles changes with observation. The very core and essence of matter is, shall we say, flaky. This is perhaps what is behind the suggestion that the appearance, reality, is illusory; that the very matter that makes the brain that apprehends itself is composed of nothingness. All there is, say some, is consciousness. There are so many stories, of reincarnation, heaven and hell, lives lived well and lives wasted, even scientific stories about the study of matter. Perhaps the stories are a mere added bonus, not the absolute object of mortal dedication they often are. Yet each story, however interpreted, is perfect; being is perfect with or without the stories. Life is as it is. That anything at all can rise from nothingness is a miracle.