The material world of the seen is somehow seeded by the unseen, the web of stories we call myths, memories, history, religion, novels, scripts, streaming, programming, schooling, facts, fiction.
The fabric of reality gets played out in scenes that are unique to each individual. Behind the scenes the threads are pulled and played, unravelled and frayed, patterned by forces under control or out of control. Ultimately determined by self control.
In the external world we can see others but not our self. We see only the reflections of this self by observing what appears on our screen. We either input the data through our own sensory experiences and discerning intelligence, or follow and like the experiences played out but are not authentically our own.
