Perspective

Isn't perspective an interesting thing. To be convinced of something, and then to be shown something completely different. To be brought outside the box. It makes you feel closer. It makes you feel farther away. You feel bigger. You wonder how small you really are.

I wonder if I've every looked at the world from any position which could be construed as 'normal' or typical. I guess I was a pretty typical kid in a lot of ways. May be just in that I believed I was in receipt of the truth. But I have always had a desire to separate myself from the rest of the pack. I suppose that in it's self satisfies the condition. But none the less, my wish has been granted, or so It would seem.

I wonder what it's like for people to get up in the morning and look around them selves and assume they have it all figured out.

To see them selves as a part of this great "we" existing at the center of the universe. To view the things around them selves, and in deed them selves included, as the pinnacle of creation despite over whelming evidence to the contrary.

To be sure, being sure
is an exercise in futility.
The only thing I ever learn,
is the list of things I do not know
is growing at a far greater rate
than the list of things I do.

Imagine you are Galilieo. Staring up at the night sky thinking I want to take a better look. You build your self a telescope and peer in. What's this? The Universe appears to be a very big place. And such is the story of astronomy. Interestingly the Microscope was invented around the same time. Galileo even built one and peer in. What's this? The Universe appears to be a very small place. Such is the story of Science apparently. Such is the story of all creation I would postulate.

Infinite Nothing
or
Ordered Chaos
or
Paradoxical Logic

The position one stands in once in receipt of this perspective becomes a true conundrum. I have gotten to a point where I know so much that it has become impossible to have a conversation in which the other party doesn't express some view that is absolutely ridiculous. Everything that comes out of their mouth sounds like a complete farce to me. I want to argue. I want to point out what fools they are.

The older I get the quicker I remember that I can't prove anything. There was a time when I would interject but these days my brain is stopping the words long before they are formed into words by my mouth. All this knowledge and it appears to be going to waste, never to be used.

I want to stop everyone because they have it so wrong. I want to ask them "How can you be so convinced?" In the end I am held mute for now I know; I can't be sure.