Seeing is Believing
Nov 14 2022
There is the perennial question
of whether my red
is the same as yours.
In other words, the nature of reality.
Thing is, the world is not the colour we see.
Instead, it's a series of data points,
reflected light
of various frequencies
entering through the eyes
and into the brain.
Which means the earth is not a jewel
of blues and greens
and sunset reds,
it's a paint-by-number schematic
that the brain cleverly colours.
So we get beauty
and coloured light
instead of wavelengths flashing up;
numbers, super-imposed
on line drawings
on a blank canvas,
the way a cyborg would see.
Clever
because an image
is quicker to understand
and more easily remembered.
So reality
is more slippery than you'd think;
no longer fixed
and existing outside of us,
but a rendering
inside our heads.
After all, if we saw it
in ultra-violet and infrared
it would be altogether different.
Which brings me back to red.
And to when it's said
seeing is believing
and when I see it with my own eyes;
because there is no such thing
— everything is subjective,
who knows what's really out there.
Not when vision
is merely data entry.
Not when no one knows
what's really going on
in that inscrutable black box
inside your head.
The brain, playing games.
And the world
shifting shape
right before your eyes.
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