Friday, November 14, 2025
There are two worlds, apparently. The Real World, which flows easily to where it’s going, like a glistening stream, and there is the so-called Conceptual World, which moves like a poo-filled cesspool or a spinning top that could crash into a wall. Most people live in Concept – where the individual self is schemed, and so are past and future.
The Real World is Steady Eddie. Stable, precisely timed, unencumbered, and floats rightly. The Conceptual World is Nervous Nellie. Cacophonous, out of sync, laden with obstacles, and always crashing towards doom.
Most of us are drunk on a feeding frenzy of mental clutter. The mind, once you start to see its folly, is scheming to get ahead. It builds maps and predictions. It deciphers all sorts of “facts” about something we call the future. And we stand upon those concepts, stockpiling and hoarding them like money and influence.
Then The Real World topples schematics, proves them wrong, goes the “other way,” or flips the world of concepts upside down. So we get upset. We rebuild another schematic of the future. This one will surely hold up against the Real World! Then, the Real World shows us primacy.
Lost in a conceptual world, most humans scheme and ruminate about the future, themselves, and their “lives.” But this schematic can’t hold a candle to The Real World. Dwell in it, settle into it, and prefer it. For it hums with vibrancy. It anticipates, but doesn’t scheme. It buzzes, but isn’t drunk, and its within fully restored senses – vibrant, verdant, and alive.
Your schematic will crumble. It hasn’t a foundation. My models of the future mostly agree with The Real World. Nothing could be finer than giving yourself to and falling in love with The Real World.
Nestle humbly, synonymous, and peacefully anonymous in The Real World. It’s much better (and comfortable!) than the confinement of the tiny world in your little noggin.