Relativity

Disclaimer – this is not about Einstein’s famous theory.

A phrase from a children’s book says: “how does a nose know there’s something to smell? And does it still stink if there’s no nose to tell?” The intricacies between the 2 subjects (smell and nose) and the nature of their dependency on each other requires rather profound contemplation to truly appreciate – what does it really mean to be happy or sad, clean or dirty, high or low?

Can one truly appreciate being happy if they haven’t gone through the equivalent extent of sadness first hand? What is “clean”, if there is no “dirty” to put it on a pedestal for all to admire?

There should be a way to press a button and reset, so that every time I eat chocolate it’s like the first time ever, with that high of discovering such deliciousness coursing through my veins, over and over and over.