Another Father-Daughter Convo

Delilah · Another Father-Daughter Convo

I'm not sure these qualify as stupid questions but in any case, my dad and I got into it again tonight. Don't judge it right away because it starts kind of really dumb, but keep reading, it gets good. And I though I'd share, you seemed interested about the last subject. So here goes.
P=Papa M=Me
The transcript of our conversation:

P: "Theory of a Dead Man."
"Santa Monica."
"Flashing neon hotdogs."

M: "What?"

P: "Abundant chickens."
"Airy trees on crack."

M: "Father on crack?"

P: "Many dogs roaming."
M: "Lipsuction laptop drink."

P: "Watery turbulence underwear."
"Lol. Persian rug crisps."

M: "Leather curled napkins."

P: "Chocolate grass tiles."

M: "Tasty. Yarn flavored stop sign."

P: "Exposed northern horses."

M: "Better give them clothes. They could get fined for that. Wooden broccoli fibers."

P: "We had broccoli with dinner. Raised table legs."

M: "Hey, new thought. So if we overlay our voice on top of our thoughts do other species do that too?"

P: "With limited vocabulary. Why not?"

M: "The whole thing is such a weird concept."

P: "Why?"

M: "That we overlay a sound. I mean why bother?"

P: "It's a matter of self consciousness realization of self worth. Assigning out persona upon internalization. So the voice isn't or thought isn't alien."

M: "Hm.."

P: "Carbon coasters."

M: "So what's with all the weird names?"

P: "Randomness. Falls in with this conversation. No? The random expression of thought. Wax candleholder."

M: "Wooden chimney."

P: "Plaster teats."

M: "Woww."

P: "Hyper conducive orange."

M: "Vanilla pudding crumbles."

P: "Negative viscosity window."

M: "Plastic condensation puddles."

P: "Cactus rumple strip."
"Now yer getting it. Implausible. Plausible cause we say so. Wooden dirt clods."

M: "Metal tongue spit."

P: "By our own existence we create the reality that surrounds us. Wicker soul."

M: "Electronic body part exchange."

P: "Or electro-magnetic snot."
"Jello glasses."

M: "Water boat."

P: "And others reality bleeds over into ours, creating the three dimensional world we live in. By allowing it, we accept it and it becomes out reality also. And ours, theirs. Thereby creating into existence all that we feel, taste, see, touch..."

M: "Lemme process that."

P: "Whole lot of that going on tonight."

M: "Yea."

P: "Simply put, I believe it. It becomes my reality even though it generates from someone else's perspective."

M: "Yea, makes sense."

P: "Now to the next level."

M: "Yes?"

P: "I've been taught of the wall. I can see the wall. I can touch the wall. Now I believe the wall."

M: "It doesn't always start with seeing and believing but the thought of it's existence."

P: "And the early development of the concept. Taught at the earliest stages of comprehension. It becomes fact forever."

M: "Kind of like god."

P: "Exactly like god. But also exactly like the wall."
"What if you were never taught the wall was solid?"
M: "It wouldn't be."

P: "We may assume. We don't know because we've always been told otherwise. So now we're stuck."

M: "Exactly. If we hadn't been told it was solid, it might be jiggly."

P: "Right. So this is why we must always be vigilant and open to other explanations. To explore. Other realities may provide insight beneficial to ours."

M: "Never assume something is one thing when it could be the opposite."

P: "The window is hard. It will shatter. It can cut me and hurt me. So be vigilant. Expect alternate possibilities, other realities. Be conscious of others projection of their reality upon your life. Act accordingly. Do not submerge yourself in theirs. Maintain reality within your realm. Give them theirs."

M: "So think about different dimensions. Would our objects behave differently in their dimensions?"

P: "So, I want you to go out and read the first three books of Carlos Castenada. Journey to Ixtlan (I thiknk) and the next two. Insight into Alternate Perceptions."

M: "Library tomorrow!:"

P: "Well. There are several theories out there about our universe. The grand idea as proposed by Einstein was this grand unifying theory."

M: "Which is?"

P: "See. In science, mathematics works at the universe level and they work at the atomic level. But not in between. Einstein believed that there was a grand unifying theory that would explain both."

M: "There has to be."

P: "He never found it. String theory comes close. But there are a couple other theories out that may do the same."

M: "Now if they could only prove the string theory."

P: "But. In all of these 'theories' there is one thing that stands out to me. They all suppose to say that in addition to our current universe, there may be as many as 10 other parallel universes. Other realities."

M: "Why not?"

P: "Exactly. So if they do exist, they have existed for all time. And we need to shift our understanding, our comprehension of the reality surrounding us to incorporate these new understandings."
"Or we could start now."

M: "But we don't have those understandings because we have no way to access these dimensions and realities."

P: "Because we are told they don't exist."

M: "Aha, clever. Just because we are taught they don't exist we believe that to be fact. But if we project the belief that they do exist into our reality, which in turn creates other people's reality they become fact and exist, leaving us to re-evaluate the world around us and the qualities of it. And so it comes full circle."

P: "Mathematics in full living color. So now I also want you to read Kurt Vonnegut's 'Slaughterhouse Five'. And for no other reason than it's a good description of humanity. Player Piano, same author."

M: "Ok, I will go to the library tomorrow."

P: "Oh and Brian Greens book on string theory and a book called 'Shoedingers Cat'. A book on quantum physics but in everday terms. You've heard talk about it. A cat lives in a shoe box. And if you open the box you will perceive that cat. But, your current state of existence in the universe will determine how you perceive the cat. It may be happy. It may be aggressive, or it may be dead. All dependent on you."

M: "Geez. Remind me to bring a big bag."

P: "But what is your perception of 'big bag'? Anyway, bedtime for this bonzo. Love you. And go read them. Time to expand young child."

Delilah

Sorry for some of the typos.