Wednesday, March 14, 2012


A drunk was staggering across a bridge one night when he ran into a friend. The two of them leaned over the bridge and began chatting for a while.

"What's that down there?" asked the drunk suddenly.

"That's the moon." said his friend.

The drunk looked again, shook his head in disbelief and said, "Okay, okay. But how the hell did I get way up here?"

We almost never see reality.
What we see is a reflection of it,
in the form of words and concepts,
which we then proceed to take for reality.
The world we live in
is mostly a mental construct.

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