I understand reality is something I don't get to experience.
Sometimes I have trouble with scaling, and at other times with specificity.
I thought I was a feminist but my friends tell me I'm just indescriminate.
Also I must admit here that I'm tad dyslexic, whitch makes me automatically into a business owner.
I belive our existence is far more meaningful, or at least entertaining than that of humanoids wandering thousands of years ago, possesing identical brains but not spoken launguage. In the evelutionary sence it's anybodies guess as to which of the two social paradigms my genetics would have been best suited. I suppose it would have had to with the economy, we'll if you call it that, and weather or not the were currently taking slightly manic half starved vionaries with dislexia on, and feeding them, doing their laundry, iviteingvthem partake in the mastodon feast, all in exchance for "guidance" visionaries provided, but even then it was more like entertainment, and then of course for what little bodily warmth the pretended he provided, when he really actually endothermic, (but the emotional security, very real confidence tribe would gain having a dependent who was inferior in nearly every measurable physical and intellectual capacity, now thats were the real gains were made, they speculate as to the exact phycodymics as far as tribal culture was comcerned, but it's just obvious, your a tribesman comparing youself to a guy who otherwise would have been somebody's lunch if it weren't for your protection, makes you feel adequite, capable, plus a scapegoat always comes in handy, a dd mystic visionary or shamen and your triblet and you like halfway to discovering fire) or in the unfortunate case if economy was exsperincincing a saturation of these runts, that nowadays fill the sociatol roles, of, boheims, achemics and clearks, and you would have just wound up getting used a human inflatable love doll, down at the quarries and then roasted on the spit.
Mortality dictates a large but inexact sum of avalible information just isn't worth obseving but there's no limit in the oposite direction either.
The majority of neorotransmitions are said to be inhibitive, ingnorence is an evolutionary preservitive.
At what point does ones (bordering on the divine) thirst for information no longer have to justify itself to its sex crazed but othewise insensate ancestry.
I concluded theres little meaning besides what we imagine, but seemingly life takes place outside our imaginations, and that reality is to some degree predictable.
The more exceptions to generalizations (that expedite selection processes in mamilian life ) one successfully ignores, the further the creature will be from shared reality, but once again dont get ocd about the real of the real, those unwiling to ignore exceptions, to them life becomescompletely indecipherable, Go Fish.