“Fish simply do not exist.”
My son, well used to the odd phrases that make it past my internal censors, merely grunts; his expression that of a man very well aware that to ask for elucidation would start a debate that could last for hours. This is good, it leaves me with the silence in which I can explore my thoughts.
We are watching his fish on TV. Not as silly as it might seem; although undoubtedly it is beautiful to stand in the sunshine gazing down at the water, the camera which brings the live video feed into the house is submerged, taking you right into their world. You see them from another angle completely, watching as they move in what appears to be a multitude of dimensions to which our bodies have no access. You do get up close and personal with the fish that appear on the screen.
Except… there aren’t any.
The huge screen is full of light and movement. Bubbles swirl like a billion stars in the night sky. But of the sixty or so fish in the pond, some of them as much as three feet long, there is not a sign.
It occurs to me that, right at this moment, there is no way I could actually say for certain whether such a thing as a fish exists… had, indeed, ever existed…
I remember fish, both in general terms and at a personal level. In my mind, I remember feeding them moments earlier. I can call up the image of the sturgeon we had rescued when the pump had died… of Simon, the bubble blowing character with the voracious appetite… of Bent-Tail fish, whose appearance had sparked a whole train of thought… I can, indeed, call up an image of most of the fish allegedly in the pond, right back to when they were fingerlings. And all the other fish I have seen, even caught and occasionally cooked.
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Another wonderful story, also love such discussions, but if i read right “over the time of four hours??” 😉
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That, and longer, when we start of a subject like this 🙂
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I wrote a poem after some similar thoughts a while back. It appeared in my most recent poetry collection (published back in April). It’s called “Defining Reality” and starts with these lines:
“Since reality is based on perception,
And perception is all in the mind,
I often have to wonder,
How is reality defined?”
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That about sums it up, Victoria 🙂
(If you would like to drop in with a promotional guest post for your latest book, you would be most welcome!)
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🙂
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This is the best explanation of quantum science ever … ever! 😀
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😀 Thank you 😀
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