Each generation offers its own interpretation of reality. Each contributes bits of wisdom and pieces of
confusion born of experience and imagination, observation and creativity, fact
and fiction to the ever-accumulating puzzle that constitutes our shared reality. The artist’s interpretation helps us to see
from a different perspective, another angle, another dimension. The scientist applies observations of the
past and present to codify and document measurements in support of new applications
and theories. Combined, they help to
define what is real.
Meanwhile, the seasons continue to change, the tides
continue to ebb and flow, the sun continues to burn, the galaxies continue to
spiral.
We seek meaning in
that awesome puzzle through our unique experiential perspectives. The moment passes and we turn to our wakes,
contrails, footprints, and memories for understanding.
We ask:
Why did that happen?
What have I accomplished?
Were those good decisions?
Have I made a difference?
Why did I do that?
What was I thinking?
Who cares?
“How did I get here?”
Naturally, our individual perceptions temper all subsequent
interpretations, but each individual construction of reality is by definition
limited. Not even by assimilating and deciphering
all human perspectives could one completely comprehend this reality. The overwhelming magnitude of the incomprehensible
forces us to focus on the pieces we can grasp.
We empathize, we celebrate, we laugh, we love, and we engage in the dynamic
process within which we’re all inextricably entwined. We find
meaning in these shared experiences and then we might ask:
Who will I help?
How will I help?
What shall I do now?
Where will I go?
How will I do more?
How can I do better?
When I find meaning, I don’t ask why, I just bask in the
glory of a clear mind, a passionate heart, and an active body. I “just do it” with confidence.
Our reality is defined by the limits of our senses and our
ability to manipulate the world around us to deepen and broaden that awareness. The senses filter our perception to a finite
suite of inputs that we have the capacity to assimilate and apply. Most of us do not understand the spiritual or
psychic dimensions of reality so, despite evidence and intuition of their power
and importance, we focus on the material plane of existence – objects,
experiences, places, and feelings. With
the aid of technology, we augment our limited human perceptions with subatomic,
intergalactic, and mathematical explanations.
Is a subatomic particle real to me? No. Quarks and such are abstractions that are "real" to Fritjof Capra and his ilk (although he's noted that "subatomic particle do not exist but rather show 'tendencies to exist,' and atomic events do not occur with certainty at definite times and in definite ways, but rather show 'tendencies to occur.'" (The Tao of Physics)
Well then, how about the Horsehead
Nebula? Sure – we’ve seen the photos:
There it is, thanks to the Hubble Telescope for us all to
see. It’s out there in the cosmos and a
part of our vernacular along with quasars and supernovae. And, they influence our world by simply being
a part of it – by being pieces of that multi-dimensional puzzle we build moment
by moment, day by day from the myriad fragments, tidbits, and morsels that we
stumble across, intentionally seek out, or have thrust upon us day in and day
out.
How are you interpreting this reality? What pieces do you fit into your puzzle today? Do you collect them through song, dance, athletic
achievement, innovation, discovery, love or pain, through cooperation or
competition? What lens do you use?
I find meaning in the laughter of my children, the caress of
my wife, a hug from my mother, the memory of my father. These provide sustenance and are indeed real
and essential ingredients of my reality.
I experience the breath of cool autumn wind on my cheek, the
ache of sore muscles after a bike ride, the aroma of hot coffee in the morning,
the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer, the squeak of sub-zero snow under
foot, the bliss of freshly-baked Christmas stöllen in my mouth.
I find meaning in the balance of night and day; the aging of
my children; the graying of my mother’s hair; the spreading of the oak tree’s branches;
the deterioration of my driveway’s concrete; the release of a Frisbee from my
fingertips and its graceful arc to the hands of my running friend; the warmth
of my child’s embrace and the ache in my throat that missing it produces.
What trajectory will your life follow? What echoes will your life reflect? Will they be consonant or dissonant? Yes.
Will they reinforce or cancel? Yes.
Will they produce cheer or dread? Sorry to say, yes – even a saint crushes a
blade of grass every now and then.
Unfortunate though it is, we cannot control how our actions
may be interpreted – either in the near term or distant future. Spouses of 27 years miscommunicate. Families are unable to find common
ground. Friends are alienated by
misunderstandings.
How then can we expect to confine the interpretation of
one’s actions and words to that narrow intent from which they originated?
We can’t. But you usually
get more than one chance so keep trying.
Will we recognize all the opportunities?
Will we take all the chances?
Will we learn from our mistakes?
Which paths will we follow?
Where will those paths lead?
When will we step from one path to another and why?
Does it really matter?
Each choice we make sets us along another dimension of this
reality – toward unchartered territory as an individual and a member of the
community.
When do your actions influence those of your fellows?
When do they not?
Is it possible to have no influence? Or, is that called death?
No, not even in death will we have no influence - we will continue
to have profound influences for simply having lived. Having lived, we have altered the course of
history. Imperceptible though that alteration
may be today, the compounding ripples of one’s life will continue to resound
through the ages in profound, subtle, and untraceable ways. No wake, no contrail, no footprint, and no
memory can define the influence of a lifetime.