I have a necker cube tattooed on my hip. It's a icon for how I understand the world.
Unfocus your eyes for a moment, and the front and back of the cube switch positions. We can change our own perspectives.
Except, I don't actually have a cube on my hip. I have twelve lines, arranged so that our minds construct a cube.
Except, of course, even the idea of "lines" is itself a construction.
The reality we experience is a fiction. It's a collection of cognitive metaphors. There's an underlying truth, somewhere, but it's not something we inhabit or even necessary have epistemic access to.
And, yet, we can still make the cube flip.
[pic is of my unclothed hip and leg, nothing explicit or sexual]
@starkatt The cube is itself drawn to be visually ambiguous, except the cube is simply a collection of 2D lines that happen to form a cube in our mind, except the lines themselves too are constructs of how we understand them and the tattoo is simply ink injected into the skin in a particular formation.
... except "skin" and "ink" too are concepts that we made up regardless of how well-differentiated they are, & everything's just energy interacting with the laws of physics at the end of the day.
@Thaminga Yeah it's schema all the way down :D