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Did you know? Jesse Pirnat has a minor in Philosophy from a prestigious engineering school that has nothing to do with the liberal arts. That means he’s like, super qualified to ramble about “deep” “topics” that actually mean nothing.

Don’t believe me? See for yourself:

Baby’s First Philosophical Exercise

“What if the colors you see are different from the colors I see?”

Yawn. Probably almost everybody has heard this worn-out question at least once before. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if most people have even been the one asking the question at least once in their life. It is an interesting thought, after all, and it speaks to the inherent personal-ness of all human experience, or something.

And yet… Most people stop right there. At colors. Even though it’s probably the lowest-hanging fruit on the human qualia totem pole. So low that we’ve already answered the question! We already know for a fact that people don’t see colors the same way. That’s what color blindness is. Of which we also know there are several different kinds!

(Speaking for myself, one of my eyes sees reds slightly duller than the other eye can. So slight that I hardly ever notice it unless I’m specifically looking for it and the lighting and environment are right for me to notice. Maybe that eye has slightly fewer rods/cones for that range of wavelengths? But the point is, it’s possible for one person to see different colors with their own two eyes. So of course different people with different eyes and brains entirely could see even more differently.)

Too many people stop that line of thought at mere colors. What about the other senses? What about hearing? Maybe the sounds I perceive are different from the sounds you perceive. (What’s that? High frequency hearing loss with age is a thing? I guess this one’s also trivial.) Taste? Maybe the cilantro I perceive is different from the cilantro you perceive. (Hold on, I’m getting word from our producers that this was a very cherry-picked example.) Physical touch? (Breaking news: BDSM exists.)

Is that why people don’t ask these questions? Because the answer is always just a plain old “yes, our perceptions might be different”? Are all these examples so far enough to prove that our perceptions are always different? No. Not even close. It would just be bad science to assume the hypothesis is correct this early in the game.

We need to go deeper.

Could it be that the emotion I experience as “sadness” feels like the emotion you experience as “anger”?

If a doctor asks you to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10, over the course of a few visits, is it possible that your linear answers of 2-4-6 would correspond to my nonlinear answers of 3-6-5?

The psychic lever you pull to make your brain to send nerve signals down your arm to make your hand into a fist—is it possible that for me, that exact lever is for my leg nerves to twitch my pinky toe?

Eventually, the default question changes from “Is it possible for two people to perceive the same thing differently?” to “Is it possible for two people to perceive anything the same way?” And that question is infinitely harder to answer.

Being Stuck in the System

Sometimes I think about the fact that each and every one of us is, to some extent at least, ontologically trapped. We’re all “stuck” in “The System,” whether we want to admit it or not. Whether we’re aware of it or not. And most importantly, whether we accept it or not.

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Love the journey, not the destination

Once, a long time ago, I was told there are two kinds of writers. There are those who love writing—who delight in the craft of it, the mental and physical labor of putting words to paper or screen, to construct the narrative their heart yearns to share—because to them, that effort is no labor at all.

And then there are those who love having written—the dreamers, the thinkers, the ones who say for years that they’re working on a novel, with most of that time spent imagining the finished product and taking no tangible steps to get there. In short, they’re the ones who don’t actually write.

But this post isn’t about writing. It’s not about any one particular subject, or activity, or even logical context. It’s about healing from trauma, and the inner strength it takes to stick to the difficult path. It’s about mortality, and finding meaning in a nihilistic universe whose lifespan is just as finite as yours. It’s about life, the universe, and everything, and also nothing at all, because it’s about a frame of mind that can be applied to just about any situation to make it better or more bearable. It’s about enduring.

It’s about the journey.

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The speed of time

It’s a commonly held idea that time seems to pass faster as we get older. That the seasons lasted forever when we were kids, and the years fly by now that we’re adults. That when we were young, each day felt like an eternity—because each day was a more noteworthy percentage of the entire time we’d been alive so far—and now that we’re older, a whole month can pass by in a snap—because what’s one more month when you’ve already been alive for hundreds of them?

 I think this idea is wrong.

(Sorry kids, this post doesn’t apply to you. You aren’t allowed to read it I guess; it’s X-rated now. The X stands for “existential.”)

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