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A metaphorical story to reflect upon reality.
Yesterday I went to the graveyard to greet my grandfather.
He was a wholehearted farmer from his first to last day.
He died when I was only 1 year old, so I never really got to know him unfortunately.
My father speaks of him often, they were very connected, and I can still feel his peresence with us today as we all have ‘green thumbs’ thanks to him.
I decided to stop everything and ask for his advice as I started to get confused. Sometimes the dead know better than the living, as there is no turning back, everything seems much clearer…
Me: Dear grandfather, Eric, it’s nearly 2020 and I can no longer tell what’s real or not.
Eric: Your heart is real?
Me: I do have a beating pulse, if that’s what you mean.
Me: But how could I tell if my heart can still distinguish between the things that fill it up or go down the drain?
Eric: You see it, you smell it, you taste it, you hear it, you touch it, you feel it and then… you feel you.
Me: Eric, we live in the digital world, I cannot embody all my senses into the experience.
Eric: So, you answer your own question.
Me: What do you mean?
Eric: If you cannot embody all your senses then it’s not real and not good for you.
Me: But, Eric.. listen. There is a thing that’s called a…
