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Perception

Perception, when applied to others, (e.g., why did they do that? what were they thinking? This must be there intention / motivation / reasoning) will usually be flawed... And is always uncertain. But Perception, when applied to the self, (e.g., how am I framing this? where is my awareness? This moment only exists this way because I choose to view it as such) is a compass... And a lens for finding certainty.
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brian-t-baker
American
Published
May 6, 2013
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Written after a conversation with my friend Jeffrey; the greatest podcast we never recorded... written on the evening of my last night in Portland / living with friends / as a "bachelor."

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