Grandpa sometimes asks me--almost always in a random vein--about planes, oceans, the sky...
And strangely, it seems to be that reality is at least as strange as fiction. That when he asks "which direction is America? East or west", and I answer both. It is easy to swallow intellectually but instinctively it's quite extraordinary. Or when I tell him we are just kind of floating in space and that space "just goes on endlessly".
And there is a small part of me thinking how absurd that sounds... Absurd, indeed.
And answering their questions gives us big happiness. Happened so many times in my life.. 10-12 years ago, I asked about computers to my brother.
Ya. I think today we are so much overloaded with information, that sometimes "naiveness" leads to greater insights (and curiosity).
We are (indeed) wanderers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uA5XuOIilYc
Grandpa sometimes asks me--almost always in a random vein--about planes, oceans, the sky...
And strangely, it seems to be that reality is at least as strange as fiction. That when he asks "which direction is America? East or west", and I answer both. It is easy to swallow intellectually but instinctively it's quite extraordinary. Or when I tell him we are just kind of floating in space and that space "just goes on endlessly".
And there is a small part of me thinking how absurd that sounds... Absurd, indeed.
Thanks for sharing. Re-listening to this made me feel less anxious. Re-listened to pale blue dot too. :)
Ya. We're wanderers. I guess that's also the "existentialist" interpretation towards THE ABSURD.