Constructivism

Our world, that is the part of the world that is outside nature that we have created, is a human construction (there is a great discussion of this in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance). In fact all this stuff once started out in someone's brain, somewhere down in between the folds of that fleshy grayish tofu like consistency brain; yes, all that we have come to know and appreciate. This computer I am typing on, typing itself, the words I am typing, the many other complex technologies that are being implemented to make all of this possible once started out in someone's brain. How is that things completely intangible (thoughts) (but are they really?) make it into the outside world?

How absolutely amazing is it that we can give form to what can be reduced to electrical transfer between cells out to a world? I tend toward the more romantic view of reality (but in a classical way), mystical (one might say) and I like that.

I hate posts like this. They go no where and feel really self absorbed and pointless. But that is just self-deprecating isn't it? Or maybe it is the truth. More on that tomorrow. (What am I talking about?)