all is said and done, at the close of any given day, reality is going
to be what any one individual perceives it to be. In thoroughgoing
layman’s terms: we process received information according to
our own unique catalogue of collective and personal experiences. Through
an automated, unconscious electrochemical mechanism, the experiences
of our individual lives are gathered and sorted into the compartmentalized
shelves, drawers, and filing cabinets of the brain.
particular bit of information will always remain where you have automatically
put it. It may gather dust or get brittle with age and disuse, but
go away, at least not fully.
The brain, then,
is an electrochemical catalogue of our individual experiences, gathered
and stored in a continuous process of organization. As we meet with
fresh experiences we can call upon our stored information to help us relate
to the new sensations and emotions and the brain disseminates our processed
to help the mind in dealing with matters of the previously unknown.
At least that’s
what it says in the manual.
On a good day,
we humans in our current state of evolution use about one-tenth
of the brain’s innate capacity. Intellectually, we
have the gross potential to be Olympian gods but presently, we are
pretty much couch potatoes. We sometimes exhibit an urgent burst
of brilliance that seems to thrust us a bit further along the evolutionary
scale, like a Michelangelo, a Mozart, or an Einstein, but these are
rare anomalies in the common flow. Although we learn so much from
it is not as if we can absorb their visionary acumen and harness
it the way they did; we can merely acquaint ourselves with their
bask in their accomplishments, and hope that something special might
rub off by association.
So we toddle
along in our daily lives, doing what we do and hope for the best,
based upon what we think or have been told is the best.
Then some contingency
arises that we cannot account for based upon our electrochemical
catalogues of previously gathered data.