The world and the perception of the world
How can we be sure that we are all in the same world,
if each of us sees a different aspect?
if each of us feels differently?
if each of us perceives the world differently?
How does perception occur?
“What we see” and “What it is”…
The transcription below:
The world and the perception of the world.
A lot of people think the world is big and that perception is just a slice of it,
and so we go, making slices of it, every second.
And at each second, the world is represented as a certain image, through the view of a window.
Then, it is clear that if no one is in the same position we are, world will be different for each of us,
Because at a certain moment, nobody sees exactly the same as the other.
Even when we are talking, the world for you is me and the world for me is you,
There is no conjunction.
Thus, the only question is: how can we be sure that we are all in the same world,
if each of us sees a different aspect?
if each of us feels it differently?
if each of us perceives it differently?
Either way, I notice mine every second and I have no expectation that it will be noticed in the same way by the others
But the world is full of tyrants,
people who insist that everyone agrees with him/her;
demanding that we all see the same thing, in the same way, through the same perspective.
And then, tyrant by tyrant there are wars, wars od perspective, wars of perception.
Well, when observing the world, for many times we have ended up with the naive belief that “what we see” is “what it is”,
Without realizing that “what it is” will always escape from us.
What we see, in reality, tells much more about us than about the world itself.
If you get a microscope and a table, the table will be no longer a table.
Actually, the things that appear before us are more void than things.
Moving atoms are more void than anything else and the atomic nucleus that until recently seemed to be reliable substance is actually more void than anything else.
Maybe there is only void.
Is it just an illusion?
Ultimately, all that I perceive from the world is a perception of myself.
The world is nothing more than my own body affected by the world.
Therefore, when I touch something, what I feel is nothing but my hand, tight, constrained by the touched world.
When I smell the world, it seems odorless.
What I smell is actually myself. The aroma is produced by me. The taste is produced by me. Taste buds. Such expensive wines, for me to give them taste.
The same reality with images. Image is light, light reflecting an assumed world, that we will never be sure if it really exists.
And so, we keep on discovering a lot about ourselves.
That’s the why the world, whatever it might be, ends up being our mirror.
If we had three eyes, the world would be another one
If we had 50 senses instead of 5, the world would be totally different
Then, when we look at the world, we observe it only through our senses and we learn more about our ability of perceiving than we learn about the things themselves.
The world is just a mirror.
What is important is to know ourselves, to know our own ability to find things and the limits of our perception.
The world is a mirror because it tell us things that we would never come to know without it.
When we go to the bathroom, the mirror tell us about our face, without it we would never know the shape of our nose, we would not know the color of our eyes.
The mirror inform us about ourselves, without it we would know little about the topography of our face.
If the world is our mirror, it also has to inform about us, and it does.
Ultimately, the world inform us about our affections.
The world inform us that facing certain facts, we become happy or sad.
The world inform us about our specific fears, our hopes, our pleasures, and our pains
Thanks to the world I can be enchanted by a smile, and realize that I am the one who is able to enchanted in front of that smile.
Thanks to the world, I find out, second by second, that I am the one who is able to be affected by the world that passes in front of me.
Thanks to the world I keep on discovering the singularity of my emotions.
For all of it, we must be grateful to the images of the world and to our perception of the world, because after all, they allow us to know a little more about ourselves
An important task, since the Greeks, to know ourselves, since it is not possible to know more than it.
Maybe because we cannot leave ourselves to have another perspective
When we notice something in the world, perception is not a mechanical meeting with the reality that supposedly exists.
Our whole body takes part in perception. If it was possible to concur your sight with mine, it would not be the same perception either.
Because apparently my perception of the world, the perception of a image depends on the whole body, taking part of it the intestinal peristalsis, the liver, the kidneys, the knees, the elbows, happiness, sadness, pains, hopes, failures and achievements.
For this reason, when we are happy we see the world differently. It does not depend only on eyes, not only a matter of optics. It is corporal, the whole body faces the world, the whole body takes part of this strange perception of the world.
It is important to realize that the perceived image act upon us, making us happy or sad. Equally, our happiness and sadness act upon image and perception, determining the world before us.
A strange interaction. What did come first? Happiness or the world? Maybe both, the egg and the chicken.
Fact is that depending on happiness the world will be apprehended in a way. Depending on the world, happiness will be expressed differently.
Happiness is important, happiness oscillates, happiness alternates with sadness, because sadness is apparently part of life.
The worlds contradict each other and for the existence of happiness there must exist sadness.
Images are like this, contradictory worlds, worlds denying each other. Goal for Brazil or goal for Netherlands, Dilma’s victory or Serra’s victory. It is impossible to be happy with both, with contradictory worlds.
Thus, for happiness there must exist sadness. Let us forgive “self-help” for promising happiness after happiness, joy after joy, as if we could banish sadness from the world in 10, 20, or 1500 lessons.
This perception of the world mixed with our happiness comes from our potential to perceive the world.
Each of us perceive things, perceive images before us based upon vital energy, based upon certain potency, based upon libido, based upon certain lust for life.
And the image causes lust to oscillate. The lust for life causes image to oscillate. Both are interdependent and both are dialectically determined.
We keep on living, alternating happiness and sadness, images following each other in a perception show that never ends.
Doubt will always hover about us: is there a perceived world or are perceptions just illusions? Berkley questioning, Matrix questioning, our own doubt.
Is this world our delusion? And other people characters in our delusion? Or are people around delusional too? Films we will never be able to watch.
Fact is that we follow in a delusional and singular state of being, in our affective island, because nobody feels what we feel, nobody thinks what we think.
And even when we give room to someone else’s feelings, even when we give room to someone else’s orgasm, even when we are the cause of the greatest pleasure inside the other, it is 110% his/hers.
Affective islands, peculiar spaces of perception. Movies only watched by us and so we live.
Fortunately, machines leave records, and machines’ records tell much more about machines than about the recorded world.
Different machines, different records of worlds with uncertain existences, slighty different, slightly similar to senses.
Machines leave records and allow us to live the past again, a past which no longer exists but comes to be present, a past that is present.
And so we oscillate between times which are not ours, but it belongs to the soul, it belongs to the spirit, it is our own thing.
Because in the world there is only the instant. The soul, the soul lasts, the soul has a continuance, the soul passes slowly, the soul passes quickly.
The time of the soul is little or not related to the time of the world, fortunately or unfortunately. But the fact is that for us time has continuance, it passes quickly or slowly, disregarding the time of the world which in each second, inexorably, corrodes things, destroys the mortals and makes new lives to happen.
And so we go, between the past and the future, oscillating between times which are not ours, either for nostalgia, either for hope, escaping from the instant that assaults us.
Some people argue with us: why don’t we pay more attention to the instant? Why don’t we try to apprehend the perceptions of the instants, through our senses?
Why don’t we give more importance to the present?
We are victims of ourselves, potential suicides, still following straight to death, waiting the end of life, because it seems to take a long time to end.
Translation by MissKhaosland
Clóvis de Barros Filho – Bachelor in Laws by the University of São Paulo (1986), Bachelor in Journalism by the Faculty of Social Communication Casper Libero (1985), Master in Political Sciences by Universite de Paris III (Sorbonne-Nouvelle) (1990) and PhD in Communication Sciences by University of São Paulo (2002). Professor of Ethics at the School of Communication and Arts of the University of São Paulo.