The material world gets less substantial..

[Rum]

I can still remember vividly experiencing objects in the world as a child as hyper vivid, substantial senses soaking and utterly compelling. I can remember a toy metal car which was painted in the most vivid and rich yellow imaginable. The car itself was German and beautifully built. I can recall turning it in my hands and being taken up simply by the 'isness' of the thing.

I have many similar memories of the vivifdness of exxperiencing the material things in the world as a child but today, as I was walking in the middle of Carlisle I had a memory of the city when I was a small child (my mother's family are from near here), and how substantial and immortal the old Victorian buildings seemed. How, for that matter, substantial and permanganate both they and the adults in my life seemed to be.

As I have got older I see such things more and more as their component parts. I disassemble things until they almost cease to exist. I know increasingly that I am insubstantial ephemera, as is the world and much of the universe that surrounds me.

I do miss the sense of permanence and the beauty of things as themselves I experienced as a child, but on the other hand it is as well to be letting go of that view of the world as it begins to slip away as it inevitably will.

Thanks.

[laklak]

LSD will bring back the wonder.

[Audley Strange]

Yeah, it will temporarily but dull reality tends to reassert itself.

The problem with the scientific and rationalist viewpoint is that its methods are akin to autopsy and things are more than just their component parts. There is wonder and awe to be found in that certainly, but I think it's the skeleton of our story not the meat.

[JimC]

Yeah, it will temporarily but dull reality tends to reassert itself.

The problem with the scientific and rationalist viewpoint is that its methods are akin to autopsy and things are more than just their component parts. There is wonder and awe to be found in that certainly, but I think it's the skeleton of our story not the meat.

There is nothing to stop a clever hominid from juggling both frames of reference as his mood and the situation demands...

But to the OP...

I think I also recall a certain vividness to the experience of the world as a child. However, I must question the extent to which memory can accurately bring back such a sense of vivid reality; is it perhaps yet another example of the rose-coloured glasses of old buggers looking back to a pleasant childhood...

Honestly not sure...

[cronus]

Could be cataracts or some-such thing? Have a eye test before getting into metaphysical nostalgic ramifications of turning 13,000 billion years Rum?