„When I visited my childhood town in my 30s, I visited with a new lifeworld, of being a married Northern Californian, my childhood patterns long ago faded, but leaving faint traces, not disappeared entirely. The massive iron merry-go-round of my favorite childhood playground was an enjoyable spin but could no longer provide the same thrill of adventure. The driveway of my old house was no longer felt as an impromptu basketball court.“
This reminded of some of Robert Anton Wilson's work where he speaks to the idea of reality tunnels. What is real to one person may not be real to another simply because they haven't engaged enough with that particular reality tunnel. Fascinating & liberating.
Found this bit to be heartwarming:
„When I visited my childhood town in my 30s, I visited with a new lifeworld, of being a married Northern Californian, my childhood patterns long ago faded, but leaving faint traces, not disappeared entirely. The massive iron merry-go-round of my favorite childhood playground was an enjoyable spin but could no longer provide the same thrill of adventure. The driveway of my old house was no longer felt as an impromptu basketball court.“
This reminded of some of Robert Anton Wilson's work where he speaks to the idea of reality tunnels. What is real to one person may not be real to another simply because they haven't engaged enough with that particular reality tunnel. Fascinating & liberating.