Existence is an interesting idea. If there is no one to observe only potential exists. Stuff coalesces as a sort of condensate, bound to an idea, formed by observation in the collapse of that potential. For some its a flicker, for others a grand affair of fireworks. Like drops of dew, effervescent and iridescent, the pools of potential, shimmer between moments, casting projections of reality unto the screens of consciousness. We emerge as adjusters, filters, self regulating perception machines, producing a consensus reality in a more or less continuous stream of possibilities mined from the pools of potential. Just as quantum effects are masked in the macro world, individual thoughts are lost in the consensus world.
