#vss365 Very Short Story
The grandmothers say the older a story is, the truer it becomes. They say the story of Sun and Moon fighting is older than the Earth. It is so old that not only is it true, but constantly becoming true again and again.
The brothers sit by the fire, half listening to the words they know by heart. They jockey for position in the wan light, partly for warmth and partly from habit. Eventually one shoulders the other out and takes all the heat for himself. The dark one wanders the night, his face changing in his brother's reflected light.
hmm... It looks like you are describing internal things (thoughts, opinions, memories). I tend to adhere to the question of hands: If it's a real distinction, I would take some (concrete and physical) action differently.
For Zhuangzi, the question is if I'm a butterfly dreaming its a man and NOT a man dreaming he's a butterfly, what would I do differently with my hands? (or wings). If there is a difference, this it's relevant, if not, then not.
Your last question, "more utility in changing the way we view the situation or leaving the two things as indistinguishable?" Presupposes a difference which we choose to ignore. It is distinguishable, just we are not doing it. Which means it may be relevant
Ah yes. How can anyone but admire the use of a parenthetical when you're already 3 commas deep. We are left with only two conclusions:
1: your life will be worse off for having subjected yourself to Cervantes
2: maybe it is funny in Spanish?
You think I'm joking??? This nonsense is 3 sentences long. You need a map and compass to find out what's happening in each of them... separately!
Usually a version is abridged to hit the highlights. Cervantes is abridged so you can rightfully look down on anyone wading a hip deep slog through that turgid prose
#vss365 Very Short Story
The choice between tears or a tantrum was never hard for Tesia. So when her tears began to form, she reached for a hate hard like diamond. She wore it tight around her neck because it hurt, because it stopped the tremble in her throat. "You don't belong here you skaggy little bitch, and you never will."
The words were someone else's that came tumbling out of her mouth. Mirroring a time when she was younger and positions were reversed. The new girl turned sobing and the necklace loosened with a new link forged in the chain.
I hold the philosophical position that if two things are indistinguishable, their difference is irrelevant.
"What if we live in a simulation?" -- irrelevant
"What if you couldn't tell the difference between taking to a computer and a real person?" -- irrelevant
But more precisely, it's begging the question to say "imagine something was indistinguishable, now how would you treat it differently???"
Sky greys over town
Orange flowers leave the roads
Wintertime arrives