You are a beach.
Your senses
Are waves
Crashing
Over you.
You can go swimming or get a tan. You can do whatever you want.
When Hindus say that the perceptual world is an illusion, what they mean is that it is a reflection. A double reflection, actually (at least).

First reflection: light bouncing off the surface of an object.
Second point of reflection: light enters the iris, passes through the cavity of the eyeball and strikes the surface at the back, the macula. The macula is a little movie screen, and light reflected off surfaces into your iris acts as the projectionist.
From what I understand though, the movie screen is upside down and some part of your brain flips the image. So that might be considered at least a third point of reflection.
So when they say that the perceptual world is an illusion, they actually mean it has been reflected multiple times. And that’s just your eyes. Nevermind the rest of your body - the entirety of which is designed as a perceptual instrument.
All your sense perceptions are is simply the outline of the waves crashing or receding along the sand at any given moment.
Your sense perceptions are God pushing and pulling on you at every moment. He uses Natural Laws And Their Resultant Qualities™ to do so. Natural Laws exist, because without them, nothing would exist. For the Laws according to which something exists defines its ability to exist. That their is purpose in things is self-evident: things are their own purpose.
A well-told story is a chess game where each character follows a logical sequence of actions determined by their assumptions and motivations. That is, they act according to the rules of motion specific to that piece. A well-played game of chess unfolds almost on its own between evenly matched minds. You reach a point where the move you make in the game is literally the only move you could make, because it is the only move that is the best possible. Which you should always strive for.
But this is why human life is no great mystery in the end: everyone acts logically according to their assumptions and motivations. Most people are simply not honest with themselves or others about what their assumptions and motivations really are. And thus people fall out of harmony with themselves, others and the order of existence itself. They are ignoring or attempting to restrict the unfolding of events according to their own Natural Laws.
It is a useful exercise to sit back for a moment and imagine the world you see not as being outside of yourself, but as God’s fingers emanating into the space of your actual eyeballs. His fingertips scratch against the movie screen which is reverse-projected into your mind’s eye: the real center of yourself. If your mind’s eye wasn’t the real center of your experience, then why would your brain and body be designed to send messages specifically to that area? Things can’t exist without purpose, for the Laws that govern their existence determines their purpose.
Imagine that God is one of the Three Stooges (Curly) and is trying to poke your eyes out - constantly. Your eyes are a cavity. There is nothing inside of them. You may as well not have eyes in your mental perception of yourself. You may as well imagine yourself as a skeleton, a ghoul with empty eye sockets. Because your real experience of the world only BEGINS at the movie screens on the back of your eye. This is what is meant by the allegory of Plato’s Cave, of the Globe Theatre, and of the Hollow Earth. There is nothing outside of your eye: it’s all constructed within out of reflected light waves bundled together into meaning.
Do light waves really mean anything?
Can something have a purpose and yet have no intrinsic meaning?
The prisoners engage in what appears to us to be a game: naming the shapes as they come by. This, however, is the only reality that they know, even though they are seeing merely shadows of images. They are thus conditioned to judge the quality of one another by their skill in quickly naming the shapes and dislike those who play poorly.
Suppose a prisoner is released and compelled to stand up and turn around. At that moment his eyes will be blinded by the sunlight coming into the cave from its entrance, and the shapes passing by will appear less real than their shadows.
There is light in a man of light. If thine eye be single, thy body be full of light. When Philip K. Dick talks about “turning around in time” what he means is turning around from the movie screen of your sense perceptions and fixing your inner gaze on the source within: the mind’s eye, to use my terminology from above.

Mythologically, when someone’s eyes have been “put out” it means that they are now seeing inwardly into the true nature of things. Consider Tiresias, the seer and Oedipus.
I read today in Hagakure that in Chinese, the character for “cowardice” is made up of two other characters, “meaning” and “mind.” I interpret that to mean that when you attach fixed meaning to things is when you move away from the purity of the mind and cast yourself into fear of that fixed meaning-form ending: since once a thing is brought into existence, it must then end. Anything that is made can be unmade.
The contents of this small, short-term memory closely correspond to what we are conscious of, and get broadcast to the vast multitude of unconscious cognitive brain processes which require entrance into the workspace to be globally accessible. These subconscious processes, operating in parallel with limited communication between them, can form coalitions whose participants cooperate to achieve certain goals. Individual as well as allied processes compete for access to the global workspace, striving to disseminate their messages to all other processes in an effort to obtain more cohorts and thereby increase the likelihood of achieving their goals.
Existentialism did not teach that life is meaningless, but that things are without intrinsic meaning and thus can be celebrated as they are. Landmark Education makes the corresponding distinction between: (1) what happened and (2) the story you tell yourself about what happened.
The sole purpose of LASIK surgery is to conceptually prepare human cultures for having lasers fired into their eyeballs and not thinking that is a fucked up thing to have happen. Lasers are going to be used to manipulate, distort and create the image-waves which crash on the beach of your sensory perceptual instruments. That is, virtual worlds are going to be created in the Globe Theatre of your eyeball’s movie screen. It’s a lot cheaper than building holodecks, and more profitable, since each person will have to have one.

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Where does the Observer end and the Universe begin? As I understand it, this question is unresolved in science right now. One camp says it’s irrelevant: it’s intuitively obvious in any given situation. The other says it’s not as simple as that.
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This gives me the creeps:
Imagine a chess-playing computer that’s good enough to beat the best players. Could the machine make a move that makes no sense? One that wins the game, but which is beyond human comprehension, except to say ‘It works’?
I’m beginning to remember why I stopped playing chess now… it gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Chess is the question, “How does this change things?”
Change is Interesting. People change by meeting other people. You can’t force it, yet it happens. Two Observers meet and Change occurs. Change has a moral component: it has to do with good and evil. Is the ouroboros changing?
> A well-told story is a chess game where each character follows a logical sequence of actions determined by their assumptions and motivations.
Determined? Only if you’re manufacturing soap. A well-told story has character development driven by aspects of the characters the author isn’t necessarily aware of.
Meaning comes from interpretation. There are many ways of interpreting. Doing all or none of them at once (not sequentially, at once) is more interesting.
the counterplayer, yourself ever sending tests, probing to see “is this what you really want, well if so, than show me” ????
Numinous countermove-
Me: standing on train platform yesterday, feeling self confident and somewhat smug in my progress lately, in the moment with all my senses. Approached by women using a walker type medical device for stability. She is not wearing any glasses.
Women “do you know how many minutes until the train arrives?”
Me: Somewhat pulled out of my comfort zone I look up at the digital readout, I read the wrong number, telling her “about 4 minutes”. She walks by me and on up towards the other end of the platform” and I am somewhat annoyed that I have told her a slightly incorrect number of minutes. I settle back into myself but am now preoccupied with random thoughts, no longer just taking in the sensory input of the moment, after a minute or two I glance uncomfortably in the direction that the women walked away from me in, I am startled to see her standing much closer to me than I had “anticipated” based on the last location that I saw her moving away from me. She is “staring” directly at me with a stern look on her face, and she has dark glasses on now. It occurs to me that she is blind, and a focused thought pops into my mind “YOU ARE LATE”. (a powerful meme for me) Fear creeps in, thoughts tumble through almost randomly. “What am I late for, what did I miss?” For the rest of the day I am largely drawn out of the moment and have to fight to pull back into that zone, but am not able to stay there for long. My capacity for spontaneous levity is impaired and I have to conciously try and reconnect with it.
The opponent found the chink in my armor, a secret hot button, another handle that brings down my personal airmask in event of pressure loss.
Smugness had slipped silently into the back door barely noticeable within my field of consciousness. And I hadn’t noticed it. Hadn’t detected it, showed it to my observer self, pulled it out and shaken it in front of god. I was put on the defensive as I had only seen the weakness in retrospect. The opponent pulled the handle and I lost a piece (of energy). No big deal. The future starts now.
jwx: I’ve had something like that happen to me. My thing is giving directions. I gave the wrong directions to a man and sent him the exact opposite way he should’ve gone. Messed me up for days. I prayed I would meet him again to apologize and, in a city of 3 million people, I saw him again in a completely different neighborhood. I was too scared to go up to him and apologize. That messed me up for weeks.
Julia;
thats interesting. What is your reaction now when you think about this. Is there still embarrasment or do you get upset?
I like the word “inexorable” lately.
I like the word cattywampus:
http://dearcomputer.nl/gir/?q=cattywampus&s=4&b=Rip+Google%21
I tried inexorable cattywampus but Google Ripper seems to choke on that.
The emotions faded with time. I still get a little embarrased but mainly feel like I missed an opportunity.
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&va=inexorable
The evolution of the word reminded me why I like word origins. History and martial arts wrapped together (at least for word origin people like me).
This is ok too.
http://www.sangraal.com/seven.htm
jwx: When I exited my train station 10 minutes ago a man asked another man how long it had been raining? The man replied “four minutes”. So, I have no choice but to to add this. When I think about the above incident I also have an empty feeling. I don’t know how to define this, it’s a void, the absence of anything else in the place I’m looking. I don’t discount the possibility of some sort of attack, even if it is self generated, but all you can do is move forward.
Thanks. Another data point to ponder. Wow. Ya, it gives me kind of a sinking feeling also, but as you say, move on, probably nothing to see here.