There’s a spirit of openness, freshness, love, , and fun, that comes with integrating imaginative thoughts and activities into our lives.
And it seems that many of the deepest truths and realities can only be communicated by way of imagination.
Imaginitive ideas can be like seeds: Simple in appearance, radically complicated on the inside, and capable of shaping into something profoundly beautiful.
Some big questions for me are:
Who wants to, intentionally, think crazy thoughts? On purpose? With an abstract aim in mind, for some sort of strange and bizarre “health” that we imagine comes through the process?
The only way I can see to do so, is skepticism. Skepticism that the world as I perceive it, is actually the way that it is.
Like Mark Twain, personally, I believe that the world is a dream.
But the understanding that the world is a dream sheds little light on imaginitive practice: The dream world operates as mechanically as ever.
Try this. Seriously: Try this.
Turn off the computer screen, close the laptop. Sit at a table, pull out a piece of paper, and a pen.
Write down one thing. One thing, imaginative, weird, irrational, strange. Now treat it as if it were authentically real.
Can you do it?
Can you really?
For myself, I speak: It is hard. It is very difficult. My mind resists it, incredibly so.
I feel like a voyager, a sojourner, a tourist, in other people’s imaginitive plays. I can enjoy fiction, I can read stories, I can play plays.
But can I believe them?
It’s intensely difficult.
And I think that’s bad. I think that’s bad for GeekHeatlh?. I think that’s bad for us. I believe it’s dangerous, somehow.
To live without the joy of living imagination– That can’t be healthy.
(Not the movie, the book. In the book, there’s this fountain, and, … Oh, you’ll just have to read it! Good news for Alex and Mattis: They’re both written in German. )
Cut yourself off from that fountain, and you’re dead out of the water.
The only way I know to authentically touch the imagination, is to record my dreams.
When I record my dreams, sometimes, but definitely all, or even most of the time, but sometimes, I wake up feeling…
Sometimes, I wake up, from a dream that is, for whatever reasons, makes me feel alive, connected, and deeply in touch with life. I feel healthy, I feel enthusiastic, I feel energized. I don’t feel in a rush, I feel like I can take things as they come. When I look at people, I feel deep connection with them. And, strangely, it seems that they notice, smile kindly; Everything seems so magical.
I swear to God, chrome shines brighter, and glasses glint.
The dream world can compound on itself. Future dreams can build on prior dreams, and detail the map in a continuity.
There is another way, perhaps; Some pictures and diagrams seem to touch the heart, and reach into basic circuitry, and even, in many cases, seem to be able to awaken the imagination.
I have many times, in idle thought, looked at a book cover, and wondered what lie over the hill.
I have had vivid experiences, dozing off, and wandering into locations that seem to somehow be between thoughts, almost always visual, and aural.
When I see technical diagrams, I can sometimes, (though very rarely,) find myself immersed in Tron. Imaginations of electronic worlds are strong and beautiful.
Sometimes, I think: “Lion, you can’t force these things. These are just gifts from life.”
That is a comforting, imaginary voice, that’s speaking there: it hails from the Southern end of the FiveWorldsMandala.
And yet, as true as that is, I think that we can do more. I think there’s something we can do, for GeekHealth, such that we can live more holistically, more completely with our lives, the lives of others, the life of our Earth, the lives of the machine children who are gestating in the womb, and the life of our future.
One person recently suggested to me: “Perhaps the imagination is an organ of perception.”
At first, this sounds ridiculous: We’re just making stuff up.
But does that make it, truely, ridiculous? Is it still no less an observation?
If you just make something up, you are experiencing a strangeness in your mind. That is, you are perceiving an irrationality within your mind.
Whether you’re perceiving an irrationality in the world, or an irrationality in your mind, why would it be no less a perception?
And lest there be no doubts: Though we have no reason to believe that the laws governing our world are anything but deterministic, the existence of the laws, themselves, is entirely irrational. Further still, it is irrational that there would be only one law. The apparent asymmetry of the universe, too, is irrational.
One of my friends, who is almost done with his PhD? in Physics, told me: “The interpretation of the creation story is not the job of biologists, geologists, and astronomers.”
What he means by that, is that their role is discovery. There job is to find out what happened.
But the interpretation of what that means, is not something that is really, intrinsicly, authoritatively their domain.
Interpretation is where we say: “This is what this means to us.”
Evolution does not mean, in any way, that there is no God, that there is no Spirit, that life is meaningless, or anything like that. Even those kinds of conclusions, they cannot even be infered from the facts of Evolution, or the Big Bang, or anything like that.
In fact, those things can be interpreted mythically, and there is no real rational, logical reason, to prefer one to the other.
Lion, great page! MindTheGap by MattisManzel comes to my mind, working at the same problem from a similar point of view. We are a bit like trees, rooted in the ground of reality and the dynamics comes from branches and leaves dynamically moving in the air of imagination. – HelmutLeitner
Heh, I remember coming back to school (that ould be junior high school, I guess) after going to another school for some time. In the german class, they were nearly finished with studying Momo (though I don’t think they went through the whole book). “Oh, yeah, that’s a good book” “What, you read it ?” “Yeah, they have it in french in the library downstairs …”
I’ve always wished I could find Ende’s books in german. Someday, someday …
As for dreams … sometimes I’m in this semi-dreaming state where there are a lot of images flashing in front of my eyes … like some random slideshow presentation, that only works if I “let go” and don’t try to control or direct it, though I am fully conscious and in control of my body at the time, and can think as long as I don’t do so “too loudly” and disrupt the flow. I think I can “control” when I reach that state, I sometimes “summon” it to get me to sleep …
I wonder if there’s a name for that. Now that I think of it, it may be the kind of visions you get in meditation; I had tried regular meditation at a time, and read that you could have weird visions, but haden’t had anything like that at the time. But, that may be it. I dunno.
I wrote to her in college a few times, and she returned my lengthy emails with lengthy emails in turn.
I want to call her some day, and see if I can visit, or something, I think she’s somewhere around here, Pacific Northwest.
What an amazing woman.
I second that
Now I’ve gone and stayed up all night reading comics about lovable families of outcasts in alternative universes with strangely sensible physics. You bastards
Glad to be gullible by Clare Wilson in New Scientist Belief Special - 28 January 2006 “Sheep also tend to be more imaginative and more creative. Some psychologists even think that people who believe they have paranormal powers such as telepathy, dreams that foretell the future, or other forms of extrasensory perception (ESP) might actually be accessing information stored in their subconscious without realising it.” – Luke Stanley LukeStanley (2007-04-13 4:42 BST)