Is it possible to identify reality? It depends on the context and who is doing the
identifying. The formal definition of reality includes, “that which exists objectively and in fact.” However,
reality is often a subjective “fact/truth” when we move into the realm
of human knowledge and external experience. So, what do I mean by reality often
being subjective? I'll provide a few examples.
When I am facilitating organizational trainings, I often use
a perception exercise as an ice-breaker. I ask each person in the training to
think of the color blue and hold that color in their imagination. I then go
around the room and ask each person to describe their color. It is rare,
unless I am working with a very large group, for there to be more than two
people who describe the same shade of blue. I merely asked “think of the
color blue,” not “think of a shade of blue.” How is this possible?
Our perceptual filters enable us to focus, take in external
information via our senses and process our perceptions in order to understand
our world. Without sensory filters, we would continually be in a state of information and
sensory overload. Our unique biology and external environment interact to
create our personal reality. This reality is rarely an objective truth, even
though it sure feels objective to us. Given the subjectivity of our sensory filters
and the subsequent meanings we attach to our perceptions, it is not unusual for
us to powerfully disagree with others regarding reality. That is the reason why
it is not unusual for accident and crime witnesses to report entirely different
accounts of the same external event.
The following Zen tale elegantly
speaks to perception and reality. Enjoy!
MAYBE
Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked
his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news,
his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three
other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed
horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their
sympathy on his misfortune.
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