Reality, I argue, is what you make it. I’m glad we all get to play. I’m not the judge of anything. I listen, quietly, for many hours to a reality that has been imagined by others. I am grateful. I practice my craft in this mostly built space consciously enjoying the fruits of their labor.
Hot showers, for example. I’m better at what I do because of hot showers. I have worked without them. I would rather not. When I was very young I wanted more than anything to live in the woods. I would not miss the regular weekly bath that I shared with siblings. My Side of the Mountain was the book that made me keenly interested in wilderness survival during my grammar school years. I was a very serious Scout. We showered after gym class, two or three times a week. The government not only provided us food stamps and a no expense spared education...it provided medical exams, hot showers, and a lending library.
I don’t think I ever considered what living without a hot shower could be like until I lived without a hot shower. I have never taken them for granted since. I wonder if even twenty percent of the worlds population has daily access to a hot shower?
I have never built a shower like the 1970’s version in the tricked out doublewide, or any other. Truly, I shower on the shoulders of the giants of indoor plumbing, every day. Imagine that!
My interest early in bio diversity eventually taught me how to sense reality...in and out of the imagined spaces I occupy. In Graduate school we used built verses natural space...or wildernesses to describe environments, but I argue reality is imagined...and not supernatural; Imagined places are no less natural than places where human impact is not easy to sense.
I’m not arguing good or bad. Hot showers are expensive. Grad school seats are too. I don’t take either for granted. I did in grammar school, as an ungrateful child, who was given everything...and had no idea how much all this cost the planet, and other than the children in China who we were told to be starving, I thought we had it pretty rough. I am sure anyone who knew me would say so. But I learned I was wrong, quite quickly, in fact.
The best part of the imagined, is that the imagined can be reimagined. The built space can be rebuilt and the future can be reduction of the past, not a repeat. As fast as we can imagine, we can grow beyond, into a reduced version of humanity. Not better or worse...just reduced.
A reduction is not less, just less volume...but more intense; a humanity that uses its senses before and resources after...deliberative imagining. Really folks, it’s not rocket science, which, if you think about it, is not that brilliant.