Many years ago I had to spend several weeks in a mental institution. When I could finally leave, I realized - under the influence of modern neuroleptic medication - that the world was not really how I had experienced it. That plants probably do not communicate over hidden dimensions. And that the world is not a simulation created by green skinned aliens who farm humans to extract some life essence from our blood. It was a bit disappointing because it also meant that I had to content myself again with the „boring“ reality I knew too well before. But, to my own surprise, some of these „weird“ ideas stubbornly refused to disappear completely. They lingered around in my mind and popped into my conscious flow of thoughts on all sorts of occasions. I tried to ignore them, but they still denied my requests for deletion. I some weird way it seemed that I was just not done with them. So I started to spend some time thinking about their meaning. How they could be interpreted in the context of…
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