Sometimes I find myself curious what the world looks like through someone else's eyes. And obviously not just literally. I mean, to see, feel, taste and touch the world through another person's experiences, memories, biases, neuroses, etc. How different that would make everything. And to somehow temper in your own consciousness so you could be aware of the differences, that would truly be enlightening. Would red still be red. Would the warmth of the sun still make my skin tingle? Or would it be more subtle? I can remember being about 7 or 8, walking home from my neighbors house, as I so often did during the long summer days. My neighbor, Annie, and I would gallivant through the woods playing innumerable games, battling mythical creatures, building impenetrable tree forts, and all the other accoutrements of a successful summer of youth. And I have lost where I was going with this.
To be continued. . .
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