An Apple

Close your eyes. Do you see an apple on your table? It’s red and looks ripe. But how do we know that the red you see is the same red I see? Maybe it’s a bit brighter, or darker, or more vibrant. We just assume we see it the same way. And what about the taste? How do we know the apple tastes the same to both of us? We can describe it, yes, but how do we know those words mean the same to you and me?

The same world, the same combination of electrons, protons, and neutrons. But they only exist inside us, shaped by the way we perceive them.

And what about you? What about me? We’re made of the same material. Most of the elements in our bodies were born billions of years ago in dying stars. We are made from the same material, yet we’re so different. Is it all just random calculations and reactions in our biological brains? Do you feel so?

Close your eyes again. Do you see an apple on the table? Maybe it’s not an apple at all. Just an infinite number of atoms, randomly forming chains of organic molecules that look like an apple. Can you taste it? Can you feel it? Close your eyes again. Do you see me?

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