Confession of a Realist I know that I shouldn’t and I hate myself for it, but when I look at grass and tree leaves in the spring and summer I see green. I really do! I can’t help it! Its not my fault. I really do see and experience green. I guess I’m just made that way. Oh, I know that I’m not really seeing green and that the grass and leaves aren’t really green what with photons, energy levels, reflectivity and all that stuff, and its all just electro-chemical models in the neurons in my in my brain; but, I can’t help myself. I see green, all different shades and kinds of green. Its beautiful. Not only that, while I making this shameful confession, when I look at the sky on a beautiful clear sunny day I see blue. I know, I know, its not really blue. It’s just so pretty that I can’t help myself. I’m just weak. Now here comes the worst. When I look at a red rose, I see a red rose. I experience redness and its beauty touches me, my heart and soul. Oh, my God! When I touch a rock, I feel and know that it is hard (sorry I couldn’t find a color for hard), furniture too! Again, and I hate to keep repeating myself, I can’t help it. Rocks and furniture legs are hard and I experience their hardness. Especially and 2 o’clock in the morning when I’m staggering to or from the bathroom and stub my poor abused toe on some piece of furniture that my wife keeps moving, Damn-it its hard and it hurts. At 2 o’clock in the morning I don’t tell myself that it is not really hard but just a bunch of crystals, molecules, atoms, protons, neutrons, electrons, quarks, strings or mathematical fields of force and energy. It hurts and its hard and I cuss it out for all I’m worth. Well that’s all I have time for now. I’m late for my RA (Realist Anonymous meeting).