Counting to Purple in Adventures From Prison

I have always known that my mind works differently than most people. I see people and places and my mind instantly spins stories about them, creating narratives in the blink of an eye. My problem, unfortunately, is that sometimes the line between reality and imagination blurs. I know I’m not crazy, but those around me usually wonder. Not too long ago, I was waiting to get into work with my friends. We were all looking out at the yard and enjoying the summer day.
“It’s beautiful out,” one of my friends observed and we nodded in agreement.
“I can’t remember the last time the grass was so green,” another said.
“If we were the size of ants do you think the yard would be the size of the United States or the world?” I asked.
No one answered. I turned to find them staring at me as though I’d suddenly turned into a giant blue bunny.
I get that a lot.
I honestly believe that this perfectly illustrates the problem with most of humanity – they think too much in terms of what makes sense. All they do is try to take something as nonsensical and random as life and shove it into nice little logical boxes. The bigger picture, hell, the entire museum, is overlooked in lieu of brush strokes.
This is one of my biggest issues with organized religion. Christians feel the only right way to live is to worship Christ; the Islamic faith feels the same way about Mohammed, and so on. I believe that thinking like that is way too human in scope. To limit your self to one belief system seems to me like reading only the even pages of a book. I honestly think that at the core all religions are true. It doesn’t matter if they contradict one another at times, in the cosmic view – in the God view – these aberrations are just hiccups in the system, like a burst of static that occludes your favorite TV show for the blink of an eye. I think to assume that your faith is God’s only message to humanity is to ignore the museum. We can’t even begin to fathom an intellect on the scope of God, so why do so many people claim to understand this message well enough to persecute others?
To me it’s like trying to count to purple, your math may be perfectly done, but the result will never be reached unless you shift your perspective. Who is to say that somewhere in existence the number two isn’t red and the number eight isn’t blue and far down that number/color line is purple? We don’t have all the facts and we never will. If you can accept that, the absurd seems a lot less strange. There are people who can see music as color and who can taste sound, it’s been proven. There are mathematic savants who see formulas in the cresting of ocean waves and physics gurus who study things that have never been seen. Everyday, people believe in the impossible and theoretical. They count to purple and sweet and rectangle, so why can’t you?
Maybe my brain and theirs are wired differently, but I don’t think so. I think it’s your inhibitions that hold you back, the fear of looking odd, of being wrong, that keeps your mind bound to reality. I once heard Will Smith say that there is a fine line between greatness and total destruction and I think he’s right, but I also think it can be expanded, that those who truly understand their place in the universe walks along the brink of insanity. It’s got a great view, so take the risk and join me sometime.