Thursday, June 22, 2006
The man behind the curtain
I could have posted another photo of my face Photoshopped upon Dorothy's body, but that train left the station weeks ago. Now I am toying with the idea of just being the Wizard of Oz. It fits well with being invisible. Everything he did was masked by a curtain.
But in a way, we all live behind a curtain, projecting our voices through enhanced filters and flaying our arms with remote controls. And the "us" that others see is a giant head surrounded by smoke and lots of mirrors.
I don't see how anyone can be as they appear to be. I know I don't feel the way I look or the way people tell me they perceive me. I don't like to hear how people perceive me. If it doesn't match my self image, I feel all discombobulated.
And speaking of discombobulated, I find it fascinating that you can be discombobulated, but combobulated isn't a word.
But I digress.
The other day, I was watching bits of the movie, What the "bleep" do we know, anyway. I'd already seen it on Netflicks, but it is now making the premium channel circuit. It is a movie that deals with alternate realities and Quantum Physics. It is a thought provoking movie if not comprehensible at a conscious level. Anyway, in the movie they pose the quantum theory that the observer of any given event actually plays a role in physically shaping that event.
I thought about that as I sat on my exercise bike pedaling to nowhere observing this film about Quantum Physics. In a sense, the observer of reality could theoretically be god or God. Then it dawned on me that I was the observer they were talking about. We all are. And if we, as observers shape reality, doesn't that make us gods?
Further in the movie they cite examples of thoughts or meditation actually having measurable effects on physical reality. But, and this is a crucial but (or butt to be crass), just thinking "positive" thoughts about something isn't enough if deep down you still feel negative. You have to believe something in order to make it a reality.
Which brings me back to the curtain. Wouldn't it be funny if we all really were the all powerful Oz peeking at the world through our curtains while we cowered there afraid that reality would discover who we really were. But in reality we are creating that reality by observing it?
If you've never seen the movie, Wizard of Oz, this must sound pretty odd to you. But that doesn't really matter to me, because I'm behind a curtain.