You have nothing. zero information
Only intuition and sensations
To interpret for recreation
Untouched since infancy
And bless, you still can’t see…
You don’t open your eyes, and see my atoms
Nor the photons I reflect, or radiate
You just register a measure, of electricity in your brain
And your mind conjures up an image, to compensate
Consciousness is an illusion
You’re just processing information
You wouldn’t even identify, self-awareness in a fly
A fungi, algae, algo, moon or constellation
You’ve never seen a true triangle
A perfect circle, or a lame square
They are archetypes or ideal forms
A label for a shape, not really there
You’ve never seen a blood-red rose
All of the red, is in your head
A label for light of that frequency
Allows you to be, willingly misled
You’ve never smelled a blood-red rose
Yet the scent makes the experience richer
Chemicals put electrons in your mind
It’s just a label. Get the picture?
And you haven’t even touched anyone yet
Electrons on the surface of your palms
Were repelled by hers, never actually meeting
Sure, it ‘felt’ like holding hands
Reality is way too complex for your organic brain
What you see and feel ain’t real, just a sign
Just measures of energy, we call ‘information’
Representing complex systems, in your mind
That ole’ grey matter evolved to hide reality from you
Put in simpler terms, to avoid all that self-despair
Optimizing your chances of survival, not your understanding
There’s a good reason to hide, what’s really out there