You say “apple” to me and I’m #1, glossy skin, insides, all that
And how in the hell does one navigate life, or enjoy a book, if they’re not a #1?! Reading a book is like watching a movie. I subconsciously assign actor’s faces to characters and watch as the book rolls on.
Yet #5’s are not handicapped in the slightest. They’re so “normal” that mankind is just now figuring out we’re far apart on this thing. Fucking weird.
EDIT: Showed this to my wife and she was somewhat mystified as to what I was asking. Pretty sure she’s a 5. I get frustrated as hell when I ask her to describe a thing and she’s clueless. “Did the radiator hose pop off, or is it torn and cracked?” “I don’t know!”
EDIT2: The first Star Wars book after the movie came out was Splinter in the Mind’s Eye. I feel like I got that title. What’s it mean to you?
Make a ring in your mind, have it spin about one of its axis.
Make another ring inside the first, have it spin on a different axis than the first.
Make a third ring, put it inside the first two, have it spin on a different axis than the second.
That is as far as I can go, it’s hard, but I can make it look right if I concentrate, and it has to be in one particular orientation. I absolutely can not get a 4th ring into the mix, the details get fuzzy and I can’t get it to move right. How far can you go?