Maybe, just maybe, there is more to life than our narrow perspectives allow us to realize. I don't mean narrow in the way that foolish and short-sighted people narrow the world around them, I mean narrow in the sense that our world isn't just objectively existing around us. We interact with the world subjectively in exactly the same way a camera is unable to remove itself from the subjective perspective which the camera operator imbues the lens. The lens itself is not biased, but to take a picture it must be guided by the picture taker, and the picture taker, by the act of taking a picture from any angle, takes the objectiveness from the picture, the camera; it is now subject to the operator's desires.
It seems most people who think about life try and try to prove that objective reality exists outside of us. I agree, I've read enough and thought about it enough that it seems it does exist outside of us, our existence, our desires, but that is only part of the whole picture. The world around us also must exist within our subjective reality. We have certain ideas, and we control and influence the world around us according to the ideas we have in our heads. To claim existence is purely objective, or purely subjective, is false. It must needs exist as both. Even in quantum mechanics, the subatomic particles behave as we believe them to behave, as we expect them to behave. Our subjective reality, our intent, influences the real world around us. Therefore our subjective reality is an integral part in the objective reality in which we exist.
And perhaps all of this explanation is unneeded; maybe everyone else has realized this before me and I'm behind the game... but it was a pretty big revelation for me. I'm again reminded of the picture of the two faces/vase. Which do you see? Which exists? A vase? Or two silhouetted faces staring at each other? Well, which do you wish to see? You must choose in order to see either. Try as I might, I can't see both at the same time.
This is where imagination is, again, so important. If the eye cannot see what the mind cannot perceive... well then lack of imagination is a terrible cosmic curse at best, and disastrous at worst. So, again... perhaps there is more to life than our narrow perspectives allow. I imagine life to be like music: a finite number of notes, but an infinite number of arrangements. Or perhaps there is also a finite number of arrangements (if one excludes infinite time), but perhaps there are an infinite number of instruments with which to alter tone, vibrato, staccato, timbre, etc..
Given a finite number of elements in our lives, in our realities, it is then tragic and a shame that we cannot live out all of the possibilities; we have just the one. (Unless you believe in something akin to Hinduism) But, how tragically and amazingly beautiful is it, that we have just these single lives to get as much right as possible, to live as best we can? Maybe I'm over-Romanticizing this all a bit too much... but what the hell? Why not? And if we are given the impossible tasks of living our lives with finite possibilities in (possibly finite) arrangements, how amazing is it that we get to cheat and influence the objective world around ourselves with only our subjective desires? It's like a cheat code for extra power. The objective world must exist while guided by our subjective wishes as well? Then life is a partnership, a dance, between what is and what we wish, clear down to the subatomic level. That must surely be a partial secret to life, that life must be lived actively, that you, the person living, must assume some kind of control of your life, because even reality itself is bending over backwards to indulge you your desires, encouraging you to live... so at the very least your wishes should be worthwhile.
