And if I wasn’t religious—which I’m not—I would think that the human brain can’t handle the complexity of an open quantum wave function
and so it organises or translates this complexity into something it understands.
A librarian in a library. A friendly uncle in a video store. Et cetera.”
Nora had read about multiverses and knew a bit about Gestalt psychology.
About how human brains take complex information about the world and simplify it,
so that when a human looks at a tree it translates the intricately complex mass of leaves and branches into this thing called ‘tree’.
To be a human was to continually dumb the world down into an understandable story that keeps things simple.
She knew that everything humans see is a simplification. A human sees the world in three dimensions. That is a simplification.
Humans are fundamentally limited, generalising creatures, living on auto-pilot,
who straighten out curved streets in their minds, which explains why they get lost all the time.
“It’s like how humans never see the second hand of a clock mid-tick,” said Nora.
“What?” She saw that Hugo’s watch was of the analogue variety. “Try it. You just can’t.
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