Bundles.
When I look at a person, I see something that takes up a finite amount of space. Yet, inside that body, inside the mind, there are millions of little thoughts that I will never see. Is that man thinking about his coffee, socialism, the movie he saw last week, or swinging on a swing? I'll never know.
Yet somehow people manage to communicate, even though we'll never be able to actually see all the little thoughts bouncing around. That's weird.
Yet somehow people manage to communicate, even though we'll never be able to actually see all the little thoughts bouncing around. That's weird.