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The exercise in class on thursday was both interesting and unnerving. We did something similar in grade school but I have never been made so aware of how "selective" vision can be. The degree to which the nervous system interprets ambiguity is also quite astounding and it is frightening to think that everything that we feel strong emotion towards, see as beautiful or identify as a fundamental part of our personhood could in fact be an interpretation. I understand that there are varying degrees of reality (very few of which we experience) which all originate in the brain, but what frustrates me is that for better or worse the I-function has no say in reality. Our lives are so short and yet if we are lucky they are rich and multi-faceted- is that richness not real? Or not at least as close to real as we can experience? One comforting thought is that everyone is thus "limited" so no one is missing out on what another person is experiencing- but could the people who we love most deeply or encounter everyday be having an entirely different experience because of ambiguous interpretation? Or is the ambiguity what makes our experiences of reality common?