January 29th 1998:X-MAS vs. ChristmasX-Mas? During
this last Christmas, I found a photo of me when I was very small. Here it
is. I have no memory of the Christmas I have reason to belive that my existance pre-dates my conscience existance because I have photos to document this. I have complete faith in the medium. I have faith in my parents' account of my existance. I have PROOF. And yet. I just can't except it. My sense of reality is very much about what I am now, and what I'm doing now. I can only remember back to about 1975-6. I'm sure I have memories from earlier, but they aren't as valid(?) as more recent events. There could be 20,000 photographs of me, my parents, my grandparents, etc, and yet, I'd still have trouble accepting them unless I had personal experience with the photo myself.
What is reality? Clearly my intrepretation of reality is based on my experience. Photography fits into my definition of reality because I experience it and exert control and influence on it. Perhaps that's that many people's perception of reality is based on. Weird, huh?
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