
Originally Posted by
Amberxiao
The basic misunderstanding or difficulty lies here:
"Aren't you mixing up human interpretation of the world with the actual physical state? I live in a different plane of reality then, let's say somebody colourblind. But both of us can understand the physical properties of colours just as well. The goal of the scientiffic language is to minimize the room for interpretation, (hence all the boring maths). I'm sure that with enough shrooms I can see god, that will never be any proof for gods existance. We all know that our senses aren't particularly fine tuned. So we can't really trust them. You do agree on that one, right?"
No. I'm not mixing up physical reality with personal interpretation. I'm saying that personal interpretation reveals or creates another reality that is equal to physical reality. And as far as trusting senses, we really only have a few sources of information:
1. our senses
2. our logic
3. other people/hearsay, which is filtered through 1 & 2.
Logic cannot create data, therefore ALL our data about the world comes, in some way, from our senses. There was apparently an experiment done in which they somehow proved that if no one was looking, a single particle of light could be in two places at once, but if someone was looking, it was where they expected it to be. Again, I have no way of knowing if this was true, but it's really interesting to me. This is sort of what I believed before I heard about the experiment anyway. For example: love. How do you know you love someone? It feels a certain way to you, physically and emotionally, but how do you describe that to someone who's never felt love before? How do you convince them that it exists, at least for you? I'm not trying to tell you you should believe in something spiritual or supernatural. I'm trying to explain why I do. For me, the feeling is as great as the feeling of love, and yet it's different. It's like submission, but it's different than that, too. When I do magic, it's like being dominant, but different. It's not something I can easily explain, since it's well, like an emotion. It's the same sort of feeling as reading something really well-written and feeling your skin shiver at how -right- it is. Not necessarily nice, but -right-.