Your paragraph on the mystery of memory is a more explicit reference to something I feel you always doing, which is elevating the presence of mystery that surrounds us into the foreground of the conversation. You're an invitation to dance in the twilight space between worlds, which often feels more honoring of reality than the prevailing pretense to act like we know what's going on here in this realm.
Rick! This is such a wonderful comment. Thank you so much! "You're an invitation to dance in the twilight space between worlds, which often feels more honoring of reality than the prevailing pretense to act like we know what's going on here in this realm." -- What an exquisite way to describe my simple writing. I’m truly honored to have you as a reader. I always have been.
Love this idea that memories, dreams and even senses are alive and well in other dimensions, occasionally intersecting with our timeline. It feels too simplistic a universe to imagine a binary reality only the living and the non-living. We are all fractals of fractals of fractals! Thanks for making me think, your writing always pulls me under in the best of ways.
Thank you so much, Kimberly, for sharing this beautiful thought. I agree: it does feel too simplistic. "We are all fractals of fractals of fractals!" -- YES! :)
"Maybe memories are streamed into us from somewhere else. Maybe dreams, too, are streamed into us from some remote place. Maybe even the reality that we see and touch and perceive is streamed into us from who knows where."
The mystery of consciousness and dreams and memory, all intertwined.
I find the questions of what consciousness is and how it comes into being endlessly fascinating. I remain open minded. But I am certain of something: this idea that there are shifting winds of stories that float through the universe and that sometimes, if we are lucky, we can snag hold of them and tease out a part of the story.
The parts you tease out, including the cabinet here, are the best parts of such mystery.
Once again, we are on the same page. Endlessly fascinating is how I would characterize the idea of consciousness and how it comes to be. Perhaps those are the only possible words to describe it. It is the quintessential rabbit hole to go down, and how I would love to get lost in it. Thank you so much, my friend. I'm truly grateful for your thoughtful comments.
I have just remembered an article in which the writer denounced the idea of past lives or reincarnation. They quoted an incident in which a person had a very clear recollection of a past life which had taken place in a different country. The details were so compelling it convinced even some naysayers that past lives were indeed a possibility - until a novel was discovered which was pretty much a carbon copy of the life situations the person believed was theirs. When this was suggested to them the person claimed to have never heard of, never mind read, this particular book.
However, it occurred to me that if the author of the novel has perhaps channelled - albeit unwittingly - a previous life lived, it might be possible the person claiming to have remembered it was also involved.
So interesting, Remanon. Thank you for sharing this. You know, I've been entertaining this idea all my life -- the notion of different lives lived sequentially or multiple lives lived simultaneously at different points in time. There must be something to it.
I think they're in the Library of the Mind--consciousness--continuously being written, read, and rewritten like poems. I think the best poets and storytellers are good at wandering through the stacks, finding the best ones, dusting them off and sharing them for all to read.
I love this characterization, Ann: the Library of the Mind. And, once again, I'm reminded of a Borges story, "The Library of Babel". If you're not familiar with it, I invite you to read it. Thank you!
So much to consider here, Silvio, and so beautifully written. "I also don’t know why my memory chose to preserve it, among the many details and situations that could have easily taken its place." It's as if the memory is something else entirely, here, speaking you like an image, like a film presented to you that you have to make sense of -- is it a part of you or an illusion?
Your paragraph on the mystery of memory is a more explicit reference to something I feel you always doing, which is elevating the presence of mystery that surrounds us into the foreground of the conversation. You're an invitation to dance in the twilight space between worlds, which often feels more honoring of reality than the prevailing pretense to act like we know what's going on here in this realm.
Rick! This is such a wonderful comment. Thank you so much! "You're an invitation to dance in the twilight space between worlds, which often feels more honoring of reality than the prevailing pretense to act like we know what's going on here in this realm." -- What an exquisite way to describe my simple writing. I’m truly honored to have you as a reader. I always have been.
Love this idea that memories, dreams and even senses are alive and well in other dimensions, occasionally intersecting with our timeline. It feels too simplistic a universe to imagine a binary reality only the living and the non-living. We are all fractals of fractals of fractals! Thanks for making me think, your writing always pulls me under in the best of ways.
Thank you so much, Kimberly, for sharing this beautiful thought. I agree: it does feel too simplistic. "We are all fractals of fractals of fractals!" -- YES! :)
Wonderful as always, Silvio.
"Maybe memories are streamed into us from somewhere else. Maybe dreams, too, are streamed into us from some remote place. Maybe even the reality that we see and touch and perceive is streamed into us from who knows where."
The mystery of consciousness and dreams and memory, all intertwined.
I find the questions of what consciousness is and how it comes into being endlessly fascinating. I remain open minded. But I am certain of something: this idea that there are shifting winds of stories that float through the universe and that sometimes, if we are lucky, we can snag hold of them and tease out a part of the story.
The parts you tease out, including the cabinet here, are the best parts of such mystery.
Once again, we are on the same page. Endlessly fascinating is how I would characterize the idea of consciousness and how it comes to be. Perhaps those are the only possible words to describe it. It is the quintessential rabbit hole to go down, and how I would love to get lost in it. Thank you so much, my friend. I'm truly grateful for your thoughtful comments.
I have just remembered an article in which the writer denounced the idea of past lives or reincarnation. They quoted an incident in which a person had a very clear recollection of a past life which had taken place in a different country. The details were so compelling it convinced even some naysayers that past lives were indeed a possibility - until a novel was discovered which was pretty much a carbon copy of the life situations the person believed was theirs. When this was suggested to them the person claimed to have never heard of, never mind read, this particular book.
However, it occurred to me that if the author of the novel has perhaps channelled - albeit unwittingly - a previous life lived, it might be possible the person claiming to have remembered it was also involved.
So interesting, Remanon. Thank you for sharing this. You know, I've been entertaining this idea all my life -- the notion of different lives lived sequentially or multiple lives lived simultaneously at different points in time. There must be something to it.
If memories aren’t in the brain, where are they?
I think they're in the Library of the Mind--consciousness--continuously being written, read, and rewritten like poems. I think the best poets and storytellers are good at wandering through the stacks, finding the best ones, dusting them off and sharing them for all to read.
I love this characterization, Ann: the Library of the Mind. And, once again, I'm reminded of a Borges story, "The Library of Babel". If you're not familiar with it, I invite you to read it. Thank you!
I will, Silvio, thank you!
The streaming of dreams ❤️
Ain't it intriguing? <3
So much to consider here, Silvio, and so beautifully written. "I also don’t know why my memory chose to preserve it, among the many details and situations that could have easily taken its place." It's as if the memory is something else entirely, here, speaking you like an image, like a film presented to you that you have to make sense of -- is it a part of you or an illusion?
Yes, it's as if it's got a life of its own, and sometimes it decides to share little bits with you. Interesting perspective. Thank you, Kate!
Conjuction and disjunction intertwine with light and dark as we try to complete spirals of time within the Self.
Wow, such precious words. Intertwining with light and dark -- what an intriguing concept. Thank you!