Not
very long ago I wrote, in a ‘Blog’, that everything we sense is in our heads.
Our whole world is in our heads. Our brain projects everything ‘out there’ so
that it seems to be external.
Our
eyes see everything in two dimensions and upside down and yet our brain
converts it into three dimensions and the right way up.
Remarkable.
Given very few visual clues our brains can perform a programme that is, very
likely, beyond the capabilities or capacity of modern computing systems.
But
there are some things our brains can’t do—unless it receives the appropriate
information.
I
have no colour vision. None. The world, for me, is in black and white. Well,
OK, and various shades of grey, too, of course.
That
means my brain receives no colour signal, my brain has never received a signal
in colour so it has no knowledge of what ‘colour’ is.
My
wife is fond of telling people that I don’t know that she’s black yet!
Like
I should care about anyone’s shade—let alone her.
But
the thing is that people ask me if I dream in colour.
Firstly,
how would I know?
Secondly,
if I did dream in colour where is the reference for my brain? How would my
brain know which colour to paint grass, for example; that is why I said, “How
would I know?”
My
dreams could be of grass that is blue but, to me, that would be ‘normal’
because I have no knowledge, no experience, of what ‘green’ is or should be.
So.
That got me into some deep thought that I will now share with you.
Find
someone who has, to your knowledge, a red shirt that they are currently
wearing.
Now
ask a group of your friends what colour shirt is that person wearing. They will
all, no doubt, say ‘red’.
Now
you are free to ask them to consider this, “You all say that the colour you see
this person wearing is ‘red’. But. What if you,” point out a member of the
group, “see it as ‘blue’?”
They
will scoff but ask them to be patient.
Now
continue, “What if you,” point to another member of the group, “see it as
green?”
They
will scoff again and point out that it is, obviously, red.
Nod
sagaciously at them and then say, “But what if you have been told that the
colour you are seeing is called red. You,” point, “see it as blue and you,”
point again, “see it as green but you have been told that the colour you see
there is called ‘red’.”
Smile
gently at them for they are but intellectual children, “You have been brought
up to regard what you see as having ‘that name’ when, in truth, it is something
different.”
Take
a deep breath and continue, “Next time you see somebody wearing something that
‘clashes’ with another item of apparel think about this. They may see colours
differently to you so that, to them, it looks fine. They may think that the
clothes you are wearing look horrific.”
It
is extremely difficult to disprove this. Fortunately, everything I wear matches
since grey goes well with grey.
This
could be expanded into other areas. Things we are brought up with, things we
are told as children that are verisimilitudes may not be quite as they were
painted. Our youthful hypotheses planted in our minds will stick with us. They
are difficult to move or modify.
It
is said that once a person reaches the age of seven you are looking at their
character for the rest of their lives. That may well be true. How many bullies
did you know at school who are still bullying or wife beating now?
There
have been no end of studies that attempt to rationalise people’s behaviour and
how it is affected by external sources. Often we are told that so-and-so comes
from a broken home, this is what has made them what they are.
I’m
not sure.
Lots
of ne’er-do-wells come from homes that are not only not broken but are,
relatively or completely, prosperous.
Spoilt
children are as equally affected as deprived children.
But
we get an idea. We feel that blaming the social background of a person is
sufficient grounds to release them from their responsibilities. Perhaps it
makes us feel better that we have been charitable enough to ‘see’ the defect in
their upbringing even if it has no bearing on their character at all.
What
if they now progress to greater misdeeds? How far does our tolerance spread?
For how long can we pat someone on the head and say, “It’s all right. We
understand?”
These
are thoughts and rationales that are placed in our heads at an early age. Both ‘ours’
and ‘theirs’, ‘good’ and ‘bad’.
How
do we determine if their ‘red’ is the same as our ‘blue’ and those people’s ‘green’?
Do
we want to see everything the same as everyone else? Do we really want a
uniform society where everyone marches to the same beat?
That
would sound the death knell of creativity, of free thought, of art. In any
colour.
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