never never land

The only way I can see the world is through myself. This is all I know, what I see, what I sense, what I make of things; through me is the only way.

Which makes me wonder, this is how everyone sees the world. Through themselves, and no other way. There is no way I can tell how you see a tree or what the colour green means to you.

Perception is a very singular thing. Or word. Words of course have no true meaning, just labels we put on the forms around us. What I see as green, I have come to know as green because those before me have come to know it as green, and have thus shown it to me too. Is it also the same green that the person next to me sees? or the next person to him? What I see and know as green, will be what the next person calls green too but is it what he sees? Is it the same?

When a person turns into ashes in the ground. Or some other form, but everything returns from where it came. All we know of them are momories, a certain feeling that lingers when the body is gone. That person was here and real because he/she gave us memories, made us feel a certain way. But alas everything comes to past. The only thing that ever remains is whats inside you. That which is within you.

denise.