I've adjusted my primary perspective on daily events to such a myopic focus that what I have always called my “self” appears to be no more substantial than a gestaltic hologram. I am an etherial awareness observing and interpreting what the body’s cells’ billion qubits of sensory information about the world outside and amongst them might be telling me is going on beyond which I can do no more than be aware. What I have previously claimed as knowing what I am doing seems now to be a life-long familiarity with the players on the team for which I am merely the play-by-play announcer. I have become fooled by my adroitness at instantaneous calls and the occasional prediction into thinking I‘ve been in control all this while.
The only influence I seem to have in the behavior of my body’s cells, tissues and organisms is that hologram. The body compares my interpretation to its original message and flavors the actions it is already in the process of with the attitude the difference makes. The exchange of feedback is not like telling stories about a time dwindling off into the imaginary past while the story drones on drowning the present — it is instantaneous and constant — almost as if I was in control.
Of all theoretical lens and knob adjustments I have observed experience through, this seems to be closest to giving the instrument its proper due. I’m their biggest fan; I travel with the team.
This is just a jot evoked by Grossinger’s book.