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Solipsism. In the beginning, all we can know for certain is that some thing, something is ‘conscious’, that something is aware of some things. Perceiving, however dimly.

That’s a more parsimonious and accurate version of ‘I-I-I think, therefore III am’. Sorry dear Descartes.

After saying that much for pretty-sure, all the rest is swapping stories. Constructing them, together or alone.

There’s no way for me to know whether your stories are ‘true’ or accurate or even real. In fact, there’s not really any way for me to tell whether or not I’m making you up; telling myself the story that you exist, and have the same kind of awareness/consciousness that ‘I’ seem to.

Or whether my own stories, including the one about my self existing, are provably right either.

In spite of the story about Science! and other materialisms, I don’t think any of that matters much, either.

Relativism is all the things we don’t know, after the very minimal certitude of the solipsistic.

After Relativism, there are only chosen Commitments, leaps of greater or lesser faith.

Mine goes something like David’s.

As spoken and drawn specifically from minute 2:00 to minute 8:00.

I don’t care about donuts, sweetness, the Maharishi, TM, or a lot of the other things he has to say about this or that.

I choose to provisionally commit to the narrative and the drawing of those six minutes.

Call it the Unified Field Theory, or analytical idealism, or Tao or Atman; call it as I choose to: The Veldt, or the ripples on the Lake, or the whirlpool in the Ocean, or being god shards.

Base it on Lynch or the idea of Tvat Tvam Asi or the take of the Roman philosopher Plotinus. Hold if you like with the Jesus when he said the same thing about the kingdom of heaven being within you.

I’d like to touch the face of god.

I choose to believe that someday I will, even if it kills me.