What do chance encounters bring to the quality of life?

Tabula rasa >(Latin: “scraped tablet”, though often translated “blank slate”) is the notion that individual human beings are born “blank” (with no built-in mental content), and that their identity is defined entirely by events after birth.
Sometimes we see ingenuity display itself and having a whiteboard and blank slate in front of us, as we see where the expression of ideas can manifest. Low and behold, the flower can become the inherent expression of balance and love in the world, and how quickly such changes to the child can easily be thought of as powers of ten. Did the child know? What did the flower reveal of the child’s soul? Quickly aside then, the “truth of science,” must shine through?
As a parent, the idealization of ingenuity is always a strong lure for observation in those we hold with pride. A proud mother or father who see years of advancement beyond the normal facets of our everyday life now, in the simplicity of a child.
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Clifford:
So when you see a cartoon like the one to follow, what does it make you think of? In one instance, Cliffords questions as to what topological form expressed, was immediately raised in my mind, but now on a more practical level, do we understand exactly what Clifford was doing? Do we understand what a child can bring from the innocence of perspective, and initiate the idea of powers of ten?
I think so and such relevance in relation to the toy models of feynman diagrams, are these not readily available for introspection among such a blackboard as this?
So we learn as parents, to supply the little sparks, that could inflate the world of wonder. Draw a child to the mystery of the color of a rainbow, as it shines through one’s front door of cut glass.
How much greater the responsibility then of “powers of ten” that any one child could become the spark that ripples throughout the world. All waves, setting probabilities beyond the reverberations of this one chance encounter, could multiply?:)
So do we really think that a child’s mind is empty, or that to be born would reveal the deeper implications of abilites that lie dormant for a future time. That only chance encounters would bring perspective later on, that such a design indeed, would have been this encounter, and all reverberations there after, seen in the responsibility of the moment.
So lets think about this, devoid of all implication of racism or sexism. That the truth is much deeper, and the longing for understanding of this empty space( blank slate), can hold so many potential things?
Neurological developments of a spark that can set many trails beyond the image segments of each others brain, that set the mind beyond the limits of probabilities.
Yet, it could be such a simple idea, that “space,” is not really empty?:) That “space” is not really empty beyond the stars.


