During my last rather debauched weekend, in between bomb-disposal like cleaning up of my flat after an impromptu party, and watching the entire second half of the 3rd series of "Xena" on DVD, I had a few thoughts about reality, or unreality.
Actually it was triggered by an interesting article in WIRED about the writings of Phillip K. Dick. One of the main themes running through Dick's work is the uncertainty of reality - i.e. how do we know that reality is real? The concept was something that came from a really odd weekend. Something happened that was unexepcted. I had just been wallowing in the self pity of not having achieved something and suddenly, bang! It literally walked through the door and handed itself to me on a plate. It turned out that the situation as I preceived it was not in fact the true case. What seemed to be the truth was not, in fact, the truth.
What to me seemed like another dismal failure was in fact a towering triumph. Only it didn't intially appear that way. The semiotics of situation led me, largely, I confess due to a recent history of past failures conflicting with a longer range history of success, to believe that once again, I was out in the cold. Not a whit. Its made me really wonder about where I can identify situations more accurately.
I have to admit that sometimes I am good at spotting subtexts (watching 15 episodes of "Xena" back to back is always a good start I guess). I am highly sensitive to people who are potentially negative (and sorry to say, recently I've always been right).