In an amusing passage from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass, his highly creative account of Alice's journey into the rabbit hole,  she tells the King, "I see nobody on the road," to which the King replied, "I only wish I had such eyes.  To be able to see Nobody!"
     In his own bemused way, the King was making an interesting point.  How can we "see" nobody?  For if we could "see" nobody, would we see anything at all?  And what would this make us?
     As I was noting yesterday, it's all about how we "see."  We choose what we want to see, really, our perception dependent on what is already in our mind.  The larger issue, however, is this:  why do we have minds at all?
     It's puzzling, for we can only decide this question on the basis of the mind that we are using to answer it.  We have no way to know, in truth--and we only that there is truth on the basis of the truths that we assume--what we are doing.
     Yet we are here, anyway.  Why?  Oddly enough, we'll never be able to tell ourselves.