When Kerry was sledding down the hill on his stomach, Aunt Nancy said he looks just like the penguins on the Wii, I thought: no, the penguins look just like Kerry. But, in pointing out the things we see, we are failing to reverse our order. Could we evolve to say Kerry! Look at how he slides on the snow! The Penguins on the wii look just like him! Or, Kerry looks like what the penguins on the Wii are imitating!
What is happening to us, now that the real sensations of the world remind us of our own simulations of it? Who has wrested control of our capacity to be inspired?
