Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."
How many people have different opinions in this world? Every different person has a different opinion of what that bottle really is or what colour it is. If I say that bottle is clear, there will be someone out there telling me that bottle is green or blue.
Time can also be a place.... Everything depends on where you are standing, on where you look or what you hear. The measure of it is found in consciousness itself.
The way we remember people, even their beauty is all so subjective and a matter of perspective.
Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently.
If one says “Red” (the name of a color) and there are 50 people listening, it can be expected that there will be 50 reds in their minds. And one can be sure that all these reds will be very different.
I could be with a woman in a bed, for weeks even, and it would seem to me like three seconds. Or 300 years.
More important than innate disposition, objective experience, and environment is the subjective evaluation of these. Furthermore, this evaluation stands in a certain, often strange, relation to reality.
There's no way to reconstruct reality. It happened once. What you do is reinterpret and recreate. Even if you have the person who lived it and did it next to you, the event happened just once.
I am, as I am; whether hideous, or handsome, depends upon who is made judge.
I always feel like you never know: sometimes you can put out work that you feel is really strong, and other times, you can put out work you think is less strong, and people react to it, so it's kinda like in the eye of the beholder!
The 'indistinguishable from magic' thing is highly dependent on where a viewer is looking from and not something intrinsic to any particular sort of tech.
It's really interesting to me how all of us can experience the exact same event, and yet come away with wildly disparate interpretations of what happened. We each have totally different ideas of what was said, what was intended, and what really took place.
A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciousness varying with readers.
After all, across the population there are slight differences in brain function, and sometimes these translate directly into different ways of experiencing the world. And each individual believes his way is reality.
Life may be seen through many windows, none of them necessarily clear or opaque, less or more distorting than any of the others.
No two people have the same reality
Vaughn's vision is older, wiser and harder than Ritchie's.
