Hakuna Matata

Hi guys!!!! My name is Marcus, or is it Tod, or perhaps Angelo, wait a minute, it doesn’t matter.  So I’m writing this post, or should we call it a squirrel?  Will it actually be any different if it’s a squirrel or a post?  So anyway, in this squirrel I intend on addressing the issue of all this arbitrary stuff humans make.  First off, let me point out, this is pointless, but so is just about everything else, if you don’t think it matters than nothing matters, so if you don’t think this matters than IT DOES NOT MATTER.  (Let me just say I'm aware that this is kind of crazy)

                The first thing that’s obnoxious is words.  People think the difference in words actually changes things.  For example if I say squirrel and then I say Tomato.  The two things could just as easily have their names switched and nothing would be different.  A tomato would just be a little grey furry creature that has a strange obsession with nuts, and a squirrel would still be a red thing that is having trouble deciding if it’s a fruit or a vegetable.  What I’m trying to say here is not that I want you to call squirrels “tomatoes,” but I’m saying if everyone were to call squirrels tomatoes, and tomatoes squirrels nothing will change except occasionally when writing poems in iambic pentameter and you are trying to refer to that grey creature you’ll have to remember that it’s different.

                The next thing is what we see, specifically colors and this is not me making a point just sort of asking a question.  So on this blog, all of the writing is white, except some stuff is orange, and when I look at it I either see white or orange, and whenever anyone else looks at it they either see white or orange, and if we were to describe the color we would both say it’s orange.  But how can we know that we’re actually seeing the same thing.  What if all of Tod’s life (it’s an arbitrary name that we will call him) when he sees orange what he’s seeing is actually blue, but he always sees orange that way and that’s he’s always called it that.  I know this makes no sense (I do that a lot) but bear with me.  Everyone reading this imagine your favorite color (for me it’s turquoise) and think of what you call that color, and how that color looks.  Now perhaps everyone is thinking of colors with different names, but they’re picturing the exact same things.  What If everyone has the same favorite color but we don’t know that because we have all called that something different.  I know I sound crazy, and maybe I am, if you think I am comment/write a response.  And by the way, I never got around to explaining this but the title is actually suppose to mean “how do we know that we’re all really living in the same world” but I figured I’d switch the word with Hakuna Matata!!!!!