Macrocosm

Some people base reality in their local sphere. Maybe, most people do not travel enough, I mention to Bratislav. A bit aghast becomes Bratislav, of Croatian ancestry. I tell him about the Daoist notion that one's own garden or local neighbourhood may be a microcosm that reflects macrocosmic reality. All the learning from all the travelling one can do may lie right here locally. A snail on the sidewalk may have a "doppelganger" (Bratislav's conceptual word) in the macrocosm.

It is the 29th of November of 2012. Bratislav's reality view is crowded. It is teeming with lifeforms in space and here. Probably, it is reflective of a lonely trait. My reality view since childhood is that since the microcosm, my local neighbourhood, is like a desert, where life and especially intelligent life are rare and precious, then the macrocosm, comprising the worlds "out there," is also desolate. My reality view has no microcosm-macrocosm dissonance. Bratislav's reality view requires review of epistemology, the study of the nature of knowledge. Who says it? From where does it come?

It's the 26th of April of 2025. Before 14:00, a sunny blue-sky afternoon, I went to my neighbourhood's cul-de-sac to meditatively walk around and around there. I admired the gardens. They reminded me of Daoism: how the microcosm reflects the macrocosm: The puffs of sakura would be a nebula afar. One need not really travel too far. Barb my white neighbour was at her driveway. She and her husband Ken would be going out to buy eggs. They eat many eggs.