(subject to correction)
I never know something to the last detail.
Change is constant, the constancy we see is an illusion.
The physical only serves as a framework for the meta-physical.
No condition is absolute:
A soul must harmonize and be harmonized with its body before it can begin to experience reality;
Our reality is the overlap between the predictable and the impossible...
The brain is a sense organ.
It perceives... Scales? Changes in ----- patterns. And labels them as... colors...
A pattern grows, pain produces strength... truth.
Is truth a constant measure of our universe?
Some things I have been thinking about for a couple of months now.
[Editorial note: I found this in a file drawer a couple of days ago. Thought it was a bit amusing, although of course I would surely argue with some of the ideas, or at least the semantics, almost seventeen years later.
I am glad, that nowadays I probably would have tried to address the ideas in here in several different essays, thus having the chance of perhaps at least one of them being coherent and useful. As it is, this one is stretched a bit thin, and it sounds like I was having trouble putting some of what I thought into words.
Some of it still reads like digested and reprocessed things I had read or studied, too, rather than my own thoughts based on direct experience. But what the heck, I was 27, what did I know? - 9/3/03]
© Huw Powell