To orient oneself in a complex innerworld and try to express this internal experience is akin to the cartographer s dilemma; trying to translate a dimensional space that exists on a convex surface into a flat line drawing. It is a job that takes describing the essential information to find one’s bearings and navigate. Our inner experience of the outer world is spinning through things remembered in words and pictures and the felt sense of things just beyond that. It is lived through our minds, bodies, emotions and spirit however integrated or disintegrated they are in the moment. It is impressed into the clay of our brain by a thousand fingers of sense perception, a fraction of which we are aware of on a conscious level. Does it matter? I don’t even know except that the awareness of the complexity of this process may serve to moore our reality in the realm of subjectivity. But then where does the truth live? The truth is not the map, the map is but one partial truth. To help orient and navigate.
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