“Truth is stranger than fiction.” Fiction leads us to non-fiction, since truth is stranger than fiction, we need the buffer of fiction to link one true oddity to another so that they don’t seem so weird, but why do people really believe that fiction is stranger than truth? Is truth too freaky to accept?
Oh, just ruminating on the nature of psychological human limits, perceptions, and intentional blindness.
Funny, I just came across a doc yesterday about a sand striker and it totally reminded me of Enemy Mine movie. It was like, wait, I think I’ve seen that thing before! That scene with the worm was really tense too (I think it was also a pivot point in the movie).
Also, according to that doc apparently some lobsters hunt and eat crabs. I guess it’s a crustacean eat crustacean world down there.
Buying maxi dresses and maxi skirts in silks and cottons… for the end of Summer garden parties, evening soirées, political lunches/meetings/events, charity parties, and club-based festivals I have yet to attend… I’ve not met Brandon Bloc before
Taking stock of two work out sessions with my stepfather who is a Democratic Christian. Today we each defined reality. His definition was from inside the personal, subjective bubble and my definition was based on a shared reality, but it wasn’t as intense of a conversation as Wednesday’s gym day was. Lefties live in non-reality and they really don’t want to deal with any aspects of reality that challenge them, everything is glossed over.