A world of our own

By: theintrovertedtree
Inner search, Philosophy, Waiting and Here, , 2 Comments on A world of our own

I am fascinated by idealisation, the way the mind changes reality to suit its needs. We have limited senses and a limited capacity to interpret the inputs we receive, with which our mind must draw a picture of our surrounding reality. Our mental representation is our only reality. Things are as they are, but not…

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Drops

By: theintrovertedtree
Inner search, Musings, Philosophy, Unconscious, 4 Comments on Drops

Last week I came across a brilliant line in one of the major social networks*. Sometimes, when one of these messages resonates with me and I see so many people sharing, circling a common place in this search that is not a search, it feels that it is not an individual quest, but that it…

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Death of the hero?

By: theintrovertedtree
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Am I to die, then? – asked the ego. I, the ego, the intelligent mind who carried myself around, walking the unfulfilled path. Am I the only source of suffering? I can see my own spiral thoughts. The categorisation of the classification… Every thought is analysed, conceptualised, labelled and stored. And that is who I…

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The Narrator (III/III)

By: theintrovertedtree
Inner search, Introversion, Waiting and Here, , 4 Comments on The Narrator (III/III)

(continues from here; begins here) To come here in the mornings to sit before this Rothkian void. A filled void that contains everything. The narrator wonders, do I care? But there is nothing to care about or not, there is nothing to feel. That seems to belong to another reality. Here is everything that is.…

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The Narrator (II/III)

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(Continues from here) The narrator sits and stares into the darkness. The characters have stopped moving. He picks them up and looks at them as he holds them in his hand. He puts them back on the floor. They looked so alive… more alive than he himself. And yet, here he is. Alive. Sitting. He…

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The Narrator (I/III)

By: theintrovertedtree
Inner search, Musings, Waiting and Here, , 2 Comments on The Narrator (I/III)

I think about those writers today. Not about their characters, but as the voice-over, the narrator recounting the inexorable succession of events. I wonder if the narrator suffers more anguish than the characters. If he knows what is going to happen, if he feels he cannot feel as his characters do. If deep down he…

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How do we know that we don’t know?

By: theintrovertedtree
Inner search, Waiting and Here, , Leave a Comment on How do we know that we don’t know?

Our knowledge is stored in memory, classified, at least partially interpreted and ready to be used to predict future outcomes. But how do we know that there is something we don’t know, that something is missing? I know the basics of how a car engine works, but I ignore the details. I am aware of…

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The familiarity of the distant world

By: theintrovertedtree
Inner search, Second half of life, Waiting and Here, , , 3 Comments on The familiarity of the distant world

Sometimes we fantasise how it would feel to live in a world full of elves, trolls, fairies, giants, hobbits, unicorns and, of course, dragons. We see ourselves drifting towards that realm of fantasy, which we idealise as a much better world than our own. More suited for our spirit. But if we had been living…

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The blind hero

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I have often wondered about Odysseus’ last words to Penelope before he left for Troy. How would the ultimate hero say farewell, how to explain the necessity to leave? It may be easier to use the excuse of duty than to explain the powerful attraction of the other side of the world, calling his name.…

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