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When you think back on certain events do you see the symbolism in them?

Today while hanging out at a friends house doing history homework I for the greater purpose unknown to all mankind randomly decided to walk through three consecutive doors. The first of these doors lead our of the room, the second into the bathroom, the third back into the room in question that was just exited by myself. I thank proceeded to sit back exactly where I was seated with a bewildered look and unbroken stare from my friend studying history with me.

With the following expected question of "What in the world did you do that for?" I calmly and honestly replied "I truthfully have no Idea." I then proceeded to look at it from a taken aback viewpoint of almost another entity in my mind. I saw that by walking through those doors I was changing the entire mindset in the room for myself, almost a small break if you will from studying to get back on task. Then my mind of TOK started to work on the thought that truly the other person assumed I walked through all three doors. But the flaw in that is they never saw it happen. For greater purposes it is impossible to my knowledge to go through walls or pass though objects without making contact. This assumption was pretty acceptable as fact.

I then pondered a question. What do other people think about such events in their life?

The random events that people see happening, or see them as random acts of others or themselves. Do they actually analyze them, or just write them off in their head as a random occurrence and an odd event? I was just stuck in a perpetual wheel of "What do people think?". What do the the people who have not had such experiences of TOK and other classes akin to it think about such events? I would love for people to post on these thoughts as outsides form TOK but unfortunately we are all the crazies of the IB diploma who have had these such experiences.

Then just now I started to experience another realization about these doors in question were the doors in my mind between my ways of thinking. From looking at a situation as random, to getting past that into another mindset of symbolism, into the next mindset of curiosity of the world around me, and finally back into the realization everybody is different.

There are so many aspects of life that can continue to boggle the mind and aspects of the mind that can boggle the mind itself. In essence the mind has a complexity that is endless and creative. Though I could keep going I have a slight headache from history notes, I'll continue this personal discussion later.