and so is skepticism ...
It is cloudy. Trillions of droplets float in the shade of other droplets,
getting heavier and heavier until eventually they rain down. The sun
breaks through the shrinking clouds, and the sky frowns in a rainbow
(sunlight enters the drops, refracting as it does so, and when it reaches
the other sides of the drops it is reflected back; when it leaves the drops
it refracts again, and heads down to my eyes: I see a rainbow up there).
Under that grey sky, the green of the sunlit trees stands out, seeming
to be where the green trees are. But I know that that greenness is in
my mind, where the green of the rainbow is. Where are the trees?
There they are; but I put that greenness out there, so I wonder
did I put the trees there too? I take this world seriously but
I take my nightmares seriously when I am having one.
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