Today I was at a storage facility, cleaning it out and moving boxes around, trying to organize things.
As I was carrying a box outside, a silver like metal ring, the kind a man might wear on his finger, caught my eye in the dirt and gravel.
I carried the box inside with the intention of going back to examine the ring. I walked back outside and looked around on the ground for the ring.
I knew the general area and began looking and looking. I'm usually quite proficient in spotting things that are literal needles in a haystack, so it shouldn't be that hard to find.
I mean, it's a shiny metal ring. It caught my attention immediately when I first walked near it and yet I can't find it. No trace of it.
I went back over the area in a grid like formation thinking that it must be here. Maybe I kicked it. I should expand my search.
I stopped for a moment and began to think about how much time I had wasted looking for this ring. I began to question if I truly saw a ring in the first place.
I examined the brief memory of a simple glance on the ground in which I thought I saw a ring. Maybe it wasn't a ring at all. Maybe my brain turned that small glint of light into a ring.
I walked back inside to grab another box. Before I could even get to the box, my mind wanted to give just one more look on the ground.
I went back to look again, wasting more of my time looking for something that should have been so evident if it was really there.
I couldn't find any evidence of the ring and I was left with the idea that maybe I saw something that wasn't really there at all. A trick of the mind.
I ended up wasting another 5 minutes looking again. Part of me didn't want to accept that my perception could have been wrong. I didn't want to be wrong.
I don't think I was wrong, but now I'm not so sure.
I went back to work and began thinking about this post I'm making right now about how we spend our time.
I spent some time looking for something that wasn't there. Something I thought was there but couldn't find any evidence for.
I thought about how much time religious people spend focused on something they have no evidence for.
Theists spend so much time on religion that it seems so wasteful to me, but then again, I've also spent countless hours playing a video game that has no real life value beyond entertainment.
If religion was only entertainment, I probably wouldn't have such a hard time with people living out their fantasies on sunday, but it's more than that to them.
To them it's truth. For me I see it as delusion.
Have you all had similar situations in which you thought you saw something but when you went to investigate, you couldn't find anything to justify what you thought you saw ?
As I was carrying a box outside, a silver like metal ring, the kind a man might wear on his finger, caught my eye in the dirt and gravel.
I carried the box inside with the intention of going back to examine the ring. I walked back outside and looked around on the ground for the ring.
I knew the general area and began looking and looking. I'm usually quite proficient in spotting things that are literal needles in a haystack, so it shouldn't be that hard to find.
I mean, it's a shiny metal ring. It caught my attention immediately when I first walked near it and yet I can't find it. No trace of it.
I went back over the area in a grid like formation thinking that it must be here. Maybe I kicked it. I should expand my search.
I stopped for a moment and began to think about how much time I had wasted looking for this ring. I began to question if I truly saw a ring in the first place.
I examined the brief memory of a simple glance on the ground in which I thought I saw a ring. Maybe it wasn't a ring at all. Maybe my brain turned that small glint of light into a ring.
I walked back inside to grab another box. Before I could even get to the box, my mind wanted to give just one more look on the ground.
I went back to look again, wasting more of my time looking for something that should have been so evident if it was really there.
I couldn't find any evidence of the ring and I was left with the idea that maybe I saw something that wasn't really there at all. A trick of the mind.
I ended up wasting another 5 minutes looking again. Part of me didn't want to accept that my perception could have been wrong. I didn't want to be wrong.
I don't think I was wrong, but now I'm not so sure.
I went back to work and began thinking about this post I'm making right now about how we spend our time.
I spent some time looking for something that wasn't there. Something I thought was there but couldn't find any evidence for.
I thought about how much time religious people spend focused on something they have no evidence for.
Theists spend so much time on religion that it seems so wasteful to me, but then again, I've also spent countless hours playing a video game that has no real life value beyond entertainment.
If religion was only entertainment, I probably wouldn't have such a hard time with people living out their fantasies on sunday, but it's more than that to them.
To them it's truth. For me I see it as delusion.
Have you all had similar situations in which you thought you saw something but when you went to investigate, you couldn't find anything to justify what you thought you saw ?
Insanity - Doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result
