Thought of the Moment, a short consideration of Reality and Perception

I have many pages of notes taken on this subject, and many hours of thought, logged throughout my thinking life. Is there such a thing as a pure reality?  Unbiased, uninterpreted, pure.  So far as I can tell, no.  What we call reality, is in fact, specifically relative to each human being, with perhaps a broader sense of reality able to be applied to more instinctual creatures per each societal group.

Our perceptions are the filters through which our reality must flow.  Indeed, there is no method of intake, which I'm aware of, through which we can purely capture the world around us.  Our five physical senses are not filters, the abilities to feel, see, hear, taste, and smell, but are our primary intakes of the world, and all it has to offer.  Our experiences, our memories, thought processes, likes, dislikes, mental state, et cetera, all of things are filters. If we accept that these several things filter our intake, that no two people can share exactly the same filters, though many are similar, and that the combination of intake and filter create our reality, no two realities are the same.

What I've referred to as filters, can also be regarded as the building blocks of individuality, and more specifically personality.

So I decided...

I decided to write today, here, on this very blog in fact.  Reasons?  None really, boredom most likely.  Today I decided not to bring my computer with me to work, the primary reason for this decision is that with my new room layout, getting my computer untangled from the web of wiring that it resides in, a web which, as my mother so aptly noted, would make even Donald Duck cringe.  It's probably true.  I'm an electronics junky.  The Playstation, my laptop, and the stereo are now all on the same wall, that alone spells hazard, and there's more junk connected over there to boot.

The reason for the change?  New bed, futon to be exact.  It's nice to finally have a bed that lets me lie down without hanging off the edge, heck, I could very nearly turn sideways comfortable.  Albeit, it is just a full size bed when folded out, it's awesome to me, and rearranging my room is a hobby of mine.  Every six months or so.  Though this time, the actual rearrangement, from first piece of garbage picked up, to floor vacuumed and everything, sans a single bookshelf, moved at least once.  Thanks must go out to Jacob, my younger brother, and to my Dad, for helping out with the moving of things, it would have been possible without them, just a ton more difficult.

Seems that's it.  For those who haven't before, check out Lifehacker.com, it's pretty much full of awesome information.