It's been pointed out to me that colors may not be consistent from viewers eye to viewers eye. I have no idea about that, I can only see through the peeps I got. But I really like the question at hand, which I haven't really asked yet. So, what does the color green look like to you? How can you describe it to me? What if blue and yellow and red don't look the same to you as they do to me also? My dad used to try and stump me by asking me to describe the Brooklyn Bridge to him without using my hands. That wasn't so hard, just had to use your vocabulary. But this one, this one has me puzzled.
I'm going to say right now that I don't have a clue what the answer to this is except to say that the truth is most likely that the color I see isn't exactly what you see. But I can't really say that about too much more. Color perception might be closely related to the same part of the brain that manages emotions. Logic is probably not a factor in this. But emotion may be.
Does green look the same to all of us? Is it just a fictional image that covers all that's green in our world, no matter what it actually looks like? What does smoke smell like? What about a wet dog, does that smell the same? Maybe raindrops don't feel the same when they run down your arm in a warm summer rain when walking from your car to the grocery store. Maybe all these neurotransmittors that send colors and feel and emotion to our brains is a subjective type of process. Who knows. Why do some people love the taste of tomatoes and others loathe that taste? Could it actually be disgusting to taste a tomato to some people?
It goes hand in hand with the theory of believing that we exist at all. I still haven't found proof. Why couldn't this world be an elaborate detail of some higher power's restless night's dream? Maybe God had some bad pizza, went to bed, and all this is just a dream . It's meant to feel real, to seem real. But how do we know? When will we know? Do we need to know? maybe the world around us is just Nothing In Particular. Maybe this is my dream. Maybe I do exist yet i'm in a coma. Maybe i've been in a coma for twenty years and computers and satellite tv and blackberrys haven't ever been invented. Maybe this is all my dream. Maybe i dreamed this world from another world or another time. Maybe I live like they did on Little House on the Prairie. And maybe this is the futuristic dream i've been having for years. I don't really want to go back to plowing fields and drinking unpurified water. I'd prefer to go on with this dream. And if it is a dream, I still don't know if i can proove that i used to be someone living on that prairie. What prairie? What little house? They may not exist. Or they might. Still searching for input, data, proof. Proof of anything. I experience all my life's experiences but maybe that's what i'm supposed to do in my coma-dream. maybe i'm ready to meet the maker. Maybe i'll never wake up and when i eventually pass on to the next world, this dream will end. and then i'll miss my dream life and miss you all. I hope i never wake up. I hope my coma is bad but stable. I hope Ma and Pa aren't too sad, although if i'm related to them, they're probably overthinking this situation right now, and not knowing that i'm in a better place already. And if I wake up and tell this story, will they have me locked up in a mental ward? I don't want that. Those places are stocked full of germs, especially in the 1800's. But do germs really exist?
Back to green. Maybe green is green but lighter to some and darker to others. Or maybe green is just a name of something that another alien culture might call "plaid". I don't know the answer. But i'm so ejoying this question. more later. Email me if you think your theory is better than mine...joeschaos@gmail.com.
I'm going to say right now that I don't have a clue what the answer to this is except to say that the truth is most likely that the color I see isn't exactly what you see. But I can't really say that about too much more. Color perception might be closely related to the same part of the brain that manages emotions. Logic is probably not a factor in this. But emotion may be.
Does green look the same to all of us? Is it just a fictional image that covers all that's green in our world, no matter what it actually looks like? What does smoke smell like? What about a wet dog, does that smell the same? Maybe raindrops don't feel the same when they run down your arm in a warm summer rain when walking from your car to the grocery store. Maybe all these neurotransmittors that send colors and feel and emotion to our brains is a subjective type of process. Who knows. Why do some people love the taste of tomatoes and others loathe that taste? Could it actually be disgusting to taste a tomato to some people?
It goes hand in hand with the theory of believing that we exist at all. I still haven't found proof. Why couldn't this world be an elaborate detail of some higher power's restless night's dream? Maybe God had some bad pizza, went to bed, and all this is just a dream . It's meant to feel real, to seem real. But how do we know? When will we know? Do we need to know? maybe the world around us is just Nothing In Particular. Maybe this is my dream. Maybe I do exist yet i'm in a coma. Maybe i've been in a coma for twenty years and computers and satellite tv and blackberrys haven't ever been invented. Maybe this is all my dream. Maybe i dreamed this world from another world or another time. Maybe I live like they did on Little House on the Prairie. And maybe this is the futuristic dream i've been having for years. I don't really want to go back to plowing fields and drinking unpurified water. I'd prefer to go on with this dream. And if it is a dream, I still don't know if i can proove that i used to be someone living on that prairie. What prairie? What little house? They may not exist. Or they might. Still searching for input, data, proof. Proof of anything. I experience all my life's experiences but maybe that's what i'm supposed to do in my coma-dream. maybe i'm ready to meet the maker. Maybe i'll never wake up and when i eventually pass on to the next world, this dream will end. and then i'll miss my dream life and miss you all. I hope i never wake up. I hope my coma is bad but stable. I hope Ma and Pa aren't too sad, although if i'm related to them, they're probably overthinking this situation right now, and not knowing that i'm in a better place already. And if I wake up and tell this story, will they have me locked up in a mental ward? I don't want that. Those places are stocked full of germs, especially in the 1800's. But do germs really exist?
Back to green. Maybe green is green but lighter to some and darker to others. Or maybe green is just a name of something that another alien culture might call "plaid". I don't know the answer. But i'm so ejoying this question. more later. Email me if you think your theory is better than mine...joeschaos@gmail.com.
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