Do you ever suddenly get uneasy and disoriented just thinking about how the world like... exists? And how there's so much stuff in it, in nested complexity at every scale? And how weird it is that all this stuff has this one particular configuration and exists at this one moment in time?
I do this. Might be a dissociation thing.
@starkatt Yes and no. Sometimes the sheer enormity of the world hits me. This is usually actually *comforting*, in the presence of ocean or some forests.
Other times, it gets wistful; I look at a batch of housing and there's how many different lives going on there. What might it be like to be one of those people?
I think this isn't scary for me because most things that scare me even when they're giant socio-ecological change things, feel really immediate.
@starkatt One example is this photo I can't find right now, of a Mongolian paleontologist wearing a cowboy hat, standing between Deinocheirus forelimbs. The hat has all this western history associations, completely independent of Mongolia's culture and history, and all THAT stuff? It's still practically a little blip in the geological sense which produced those fossils.
Just how many millions of miracles resonate through the world at some level even without it being conscious?
@Leucrotta @starkatt I've had the "omg the universe is made of an effectively if not actually infinite amount of details" feeling before, but for me it's usually an euphoric experience, in a way I can't really explain properly. but yah, I grok.
@green @starkatt and what's really a wild ride is when you go personal with it.
A lot of huge cultural tropes date from the 80s so I remember a world without Indiana Jones, TMNT, Robocop, Transformers; how huge JP was when it came out; I remember how brutal it was living under Reagan. I am way older than a lot of artists I look up to and used to date someone born during literally the worst year of my life.
Just so much stuff; and I haven't even had a huge life or even lived all that long yet.
