Consider that what our brains make from that which our eyes and ears and other sense organs report is in large part illusory, based on simplistic models and patched over with assumption and supposition.
And consider that for how much actual stuff is in an atom it's being charitable to say that it even exists. And then consider that because of the electromagnetic force what little of it is actually there can never touch another atom in anything like normal, human-friendly conditions. You can't actually touch anything.
Then given all this, in a very real sense, we live forever separate in a world which is hardly there at all, and which we mostly make up from some barely-glimpsed shadows on a frosted window.
So reading someone's blog is one of the more intimate things we can do. My thoughts are mingling with your thoughts right now. And my thoughts are all sweaty.
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