Midnight thoughts: About perception.

It's stupidly mindblowing to realize that your way of seeing the world, and understanding it, is not the only one. I mean, to reaaaaally realize that we cannot really access other people's perceptions of the world, that we can't even communicate them entirely and that we are, in fact, alone with our perceptions.

How can we know that we know? How can we be sure that we are being known?

No matter how much we can make use of language, expression and every other tool we've invented to communicate and relate to others, it is overwhelming to discover that, at the end of the day, we are alone in our heads with our thoughts, our emotions, our perspective on things...

Can we really communicate the entireness of our subjective being to another subjective being? That is, without letting our own perceptual filters and perspective of others intervening in the communication process?

We can never be completely sure that we are experiencing the same things as everyone else or if we even do it in the same way, to the point where we could actually say the world is completely different to each of us. Do we experience colour in the same way? And sound? And touch?

Does the world have an independent existence from our subjective perspective of it? Or does our view on the world is inevitably influenced by our own perceptual filters?

The thought is pretty overwhelming. Beautifully overwhelming.

There are some things that help us bare the weight of this realization, though... Music is one of them. Music, as a language, allows us to navigate through the illusion of reality and the reality of incomunicability. Music is my refuge in this horrifying sensation of being ultimately alone with my own perceptions...

What is yours?