perspective?

In keeping with the psychedelic post-modern blob my life has become, I want to write something about perspective today. Alright Foucault, Barthes, Abram, Pynchon, McLuhan. It's true: the world is made up of endlessly unfolding possibilities. Perspective is not possible in this field, because as an individual, we seem to have no way of standing outside of this. When the center falls though there is no longer any direction of observation, it is universal. But neither can we rise up and float around happily in this world of infinite possibility without any stability, or at least not at this phase of human development. So one just keeps going? forward, forward, knowing that it is for nothing and means nothing? it'll be hard to keep that up for a lifetime.

the only clue i have is that the great system out minds are so attuned to (civilization, sort of broadly speaking) can be escaped, perhaps in the wild, in the Forest. Nature, in its state of not being heavily changed by human activity, probably exists nowhere in the world anymore. But perhaps in (temporary?) rejection of the proccess of civilization, a return to the Forest, to the earth, perhaps the only outside perspective we have. And the more we try to rein in its wildness, the less chance we have for ever gaining that perspective. if it exists. or maybe neither is true. or both true at the same time. or both of those options simultaneously. IMHO.