But don’t you see that the whole trouble lies here. In words, words. Each one of us has within him a whole world of things, each man of us his own special world. And how can we ever come to understanding if I put in the words I utter the sense and value of things as I see them; while you who listen to me must inevitably translate them according to the conception of things each one of you has within himself. We think we understand each other, but we never really do.
The Father, Six Characters in Search of an Author
It’s a Chicago Thunderstorm. Thunder. Lightning. Sheets of rain.
One of my sons wants to be a photographer. I said to him, “Why do you want to rob the bank when it’s already been burgled?” There’s no livelihood there. I know great photographers who are still going around with their portfolios. So I said to him, “Look, I don’t know how you would earn a living, but if you’re passionate and this is what you want to do, boy oh boy, you’ve got to have a point of view. Are you going to be a fashion photographer? Are you going to be a journalistic photographer?” It’s great to just sit there and go, “I just want to take pictures, man,” and fuck off to college for two years that I’ll pay for. Wedding photographer? You need a singular purpose.
Sound, touch, sight, taste and smell are all perceived in the brain as electrical signals. Therefore our brains, throughout our lives, do not confront the original of the matter existing outside of us, but rather an electrical copy of it formed inside our brain. It’s at this point that we’re mislead by assuming that these copies are instances of real matter outside of us.