For someone frequently afflicted with that particularly nasty version of writers block I nicknamed Lao Tsu Syndrome, I have flung a lot of words at you. More words than Lao Tsu wrote in his entire book (and I’m just getting warmed up)
Like Lao Tsu, I have already started breaking my own rules. In many of the sections of the Tao Te Ching, Lao Tsu warns his readers not to confuse his words with the things that they represented. Of course he had to use words to issue the warning.
The purpose of this chapter is a similar kind of warning. When i start telling a story or giving my opinion, sometimes I feel like I have kissed the legendary blarney stone (even though I am not Irish). Writers tell stories, that is what they do.
It is at these times to try and remember not to believe in my own Blarney. Everything I write here is strictly my own opinion.
For that matter so is reality. What we think of as “reality” is not something objective, set in stone kind of thing. Physicists best guess of reality is that it is something more like a chaotic dance of energy, of probabilistic particles bouncing around and forming patterns.
In many ways we are like the captives chained in Plato’s cave, this dance of particles and waves are simply shadows and not to be confused with our label of them i.e. reality.
“Reality is an opinion” was one of the favorite phrases that got on bumper stickers by the late Dr. Timothy Leary.
Sections of Chapter 2