A question my mother consistently asked throughout her life was, “How do we know you see the same color I’m seeing? Like, I see something and I call it orange, and you see the same thing and you call it orange, but how do we…

It’s Friday, and I’m on my way to Inconjunction Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention in Indianapolis. The convention lasts all weekend but I set up posts for during my absence. I also hope to check in to liberate comments from my overzealous spam filter. Meanwhile,…