Infinity
March 2nd, 2024
There are an infinite number of ways of organizing our reality---our senses.
I see a bird land in a pond; I could describe it any number of ways. I could say the bird flew to water gently; or it was slow and witty; or it was fast like rain. I could say the bird was hungry; or the bird was excited; or the bird had a lazy character; or that the sun was hot; or that the bird was in homeostasis. I could paint pictures of the bird with unique strokes. I could sing long ballads of the bird. I could employ any infinite number of descriptions of the experience, though the experience itself is singular and transient.
As long as humanity wanders the earth, there will number infinite perceptions made of infinite abstractions.
As we grow, we will interpret our environment, frame our victims, and paint our heroes. We will declare justice, fight wrong, and do it again and again. And maybe, one day, we will go beyond good and evil and find new abstractions to dramatize.
That is... rather beautiful, isn't it? As I wander the earth, there will always be infinity.
