A philosophical reflection on the invisible container of modern perception, prompted by the Philosopheasy essay 'Escaping the Invisible Terrarium'. 7 min read.
You are born inside a greenhouse the size of a city. The glass is so clean, so continuous, that you mistake it for the sky. The plants are arranged by someone whose hand you
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