Experiences

Are experiences like the falling tree in the forrest? Unless they are shared, did they exist? I woke up thinking about this. Mainly because I'm on my own and would love to be sharing all this with some of you.

I had thought, at the begining, that writting this blog was a way of recording what has hapenned, and letting you know what I was up to. Then it also became a way of passing time creatively. Now it has become a sharing of experiences and thoughts.

For this to happen it is has become important for you to be reading the blog, or at least for me to believe that they are. No actually, to be really reading it. And I know that you are. It seems to make the experiences real. For example, the sun set from last night. Did it really happen? Before long I may have forgotten about it and so I may as well not have ever experienced it. But now you've experienced it too, because I've told you about it, so it makes it somehow more real.

Conversely if I embelish a story in my blog, does it become true? It does if you want it to, and then it becomes one of my experiences.

Also, if I write about something but the computer doesn't save it, it is lost forever. I have found that I can never re-write something in the same way twice. It is always slightly different. Never quite the same. So, like a photographic snaps slightly after each other, the one you look at becomes the truth at that time.
With modern technology you can follow it as at happens, which also makes it more real.

Does all this matter? I suppose not, but some experiences do have impacts, like when we are taught a lesson. I also think it's important to experience sunsets and giant clams and Shoal bay and exploring the bush and to share them with the people you love. And that's you.