“There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.”
― Hermann Hesse
Does anyone here feel that what they perceive is reality for anyone else but them? The more I interact with others even the ones that I am closest to the more I realize we all hear things, see things and react to things according to our own filters. We can stretch and imagine what reality is being perceived by them but still we miss the mark from time to time. That’s ok though. As long as we realize that and know that none is experiencing things as they are to anyone but them, we can handle misunderstandings. It is only when we start to believe that we have the ONLY clear line amidst everyone else’s static that we miss out. Wars and Divorces have started over less. Friendships and relationships estranged. The best we can do is become as clear as possible both in our perceptions and our communication. Also, we need to remember to always always always enjoy the show.
Not that I’m saying objective reality does not exist, merely that we are unable except possibly in very rare moments, mystical and peak experiences ever to know it. That too is subjective tho.
Blessings, G
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
Sometimes we can’t hear the music that others dance to. We see them go through the motions and wonder at the rhythm or lack thereof in their movements and become puzzled. So often the temptation is to diagnose, to remedy, to try to bring them to the point where they realize that they don’t hear the music that we can’t here. Would that we could listen with the heart. We may catch the strains of an ineffable tune with beauty that we have denied ourselves before. We may even wish to dance ourselves if only we could bring ourselves to break free of the fear of being misunderstood by those still denying themselves the song. Perhaps we continue to hear nothing but with open hearts we realize that that is not the loss of the dancer but ours. Love brings faith that the music is there whether we hear it or not.
Blessings, G
Making An Entrance by G A Rosenberg 
