About perception

Yesterday I was talking to my students and I told them to think about a landscape. What is the first image that came to you? Do you remember the last time you spent minutes, maybe more than one hour, just looking at some landscape? 

Now take that picture in your mind and focus on especific points. How much can you remember?

There is that difference: the possibility of looking at a big picture and seeing how those little things get together to build "one" picture, regardless it's peculiarities. However... If we only focus on the big picture we might not be able to perceive details in there, details which may be so beautiful and so meaningful that we regret not have seen them.  

On the other hand, if we only pay attention to details we could miss the whole picture.

So, how can we balance our focus? Our position as observer of the reality?


*I was thinking that this would be a "not so philosophic text". I think I failed

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  1. Rach18 de junho de 2022 às 14:27

    We can think that the "big picture, " is the sum of little details .

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  2. Rach18 de junho de 2022 às 15:20

    In which way that my perception of reality seems to be accurate? When I'm taking my meds and I can see a colorful world or when I skip my meds and everything turns grey? Is the reality the same for everyone?

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    1. Juliana Broilo24 de junho de 2022 às 06:23

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evQsOFQju08&t=408s&ab_channel=Vsauce

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    2. Juliana Broilo24 de junho de 2022 às 06:34

      Our brain is so complex and so full of things we don't know yet... I guess the perception of reality rely on chemical composition, which can be changed by emotions; memories; experiences... and meds. Is it better to look to a colorful world? Do you prefer that way? I have no idea how it's to see the world with your eyes... I think not. Reality is not the same. Even for ourselves, as we change over time.

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