Knock on that door
Knock on that door: what you and I see as a solid piece of wood, touchable, movable and knowable, the physicist standing by us sees as a swirling mass of electrons, atoms, and quarks—indeed a mere probability of coming to this shape and these dimensions. Thich Nhat Hanh standing next to the physicist sees a congregation of clouds—raining down, feeding seedlings and trees—and the work of many hands. Reality is us seeing and instantly making stories in our heads to explain to ourselves what we thought we saw. We are ever trying to convince others (and ourselves) to accept our stories.
:- Doug.
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