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May 19th, 2008

There’s a squirrel that runs between two trees, always from the tree on the left to the tree on the right. He never retraces his steps, he just always, somehow, reappears in the left tree. As if by magic, or teleportation. Does he tunnel? Move faster than the speed of light? Anticipate my gaze and move only when I blink? Which leads me to wonder. What if the human brain is dreadfully simple? What if we fill in our perceptual blanks with assumptions about what must happen, in order to reconcile reality with our clumsy laws of physics? Maybe time and space swirl, and the two trees are occasionally in the same place at the same time. Maybe the squirrel only ever moves from left to right. What if we expend all our energy imagining, projecting, wanting a predictable reality… until there’s none left to see the far more interesting truth?

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