'"Are you real or are you in my head?"
"What's the difference."'
Taken from 'An English Monster' by Lloyd Shepherd.
I got most of what I have written in this post through rambling through a country park by myself in the early evening... and I'm only writing this for the sheer fun of rationalizing supposed irrationality.
This might sound bizarre.
I'm going to say something that might sound funny... the imagination is just as real as the physical world that we are aware of through our senses... and here is my line of reasoning.
"What the heck Ed?!"
...Yeah I know but hear me out.
Firstly I am going to say that physical reality is just as much an illusion as the imagination and science proves this... yes I know it sounds weird. Matter is vibration... matter is loads of vibrations that are slowed down to a certain frequency to be precise(or summing or nuffing). So that means that what you are seeing, feeling, touching, tasting right now... is nothing but a field of energy, vibrations that your consciousness is interpreting and making into something that you can process and understand... quantum physics.
Right... so now that I have told you the first part of my argument I can now finish off by writing the second part of this delving into the fantastic...
Think of something in your imagination right now. Think of a chair or a table or a fictional character, anything. Now tell me what that picture is made of. Surely it is made up of electric signals that your mind has put into form.
So when we think about it, the world out there in the physical world is just as real as the imagination...
Physical world is made of of vibrations... an energy field interpreted by your mind.
The images of the imagination are made up of electric signals that your brain has made into something that you can see with your mind's eye.
So what is more real... vibrations or electricity?... equally as real as one another.
Duh Duh Duuuuuuuuuunnnnnnn!!!!!!!
Freaky stuff!
It is obviously very silly to take all that I have said as fact because then you might be seen as a little bit crazy... something to think about I suppose.
Over and Out.
ED.
An Add On...
It has occurred to me that the senses that you use in order to be aware of the physical world cannot work in the so called 'world of the imagination.' You may find it hard to smell or touch the table or chair that you may be imagining.
Perhaps we are observers of the world of imagination and we have literally taken things from this world and written it down or created a script or play from the ideas and concepts that we take back with us from this world that we can see through our mind.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
A Quick Story. An Unknown Legend.
I haven't posted for something like a month... I was busy trying to levitate and eventually achieved my goal... which finally means I can start posting again.
In my spare time I have been volunteering at a nearby museum as well as acting out selfless self- glorification in my life. The people that work with me are incredibly friendly and while chatting with one of them I found out about a 92 year old man (whose name I won't mention) who they knew. They told me his story about what he got up to during the second world war when he was young. After hearing the story I thought that it was so unique and so amazingly amazing that I have decided to tell it to you, whoever you are who happens to be reading this blog right now. You will be amazed. I am calling him "Old Man"...
"Old Man was in the navy during the war serving on a ship...obviously. In the bay in which he was stationed a lot of bombs were being dropped in the sea, the type of bombs that would blow up ships (they may be called sea mines... I'm not well versed in military shizzle). It was his job to go off ship and recover and deactivate these bombs that were being dropped in the sea. While he was off ship doing his job, his ship was hit and sunk. He was found and taken to a prisoner of war camp. He stayed at this camp for seven months until he found a way to escape and run away. He tried to travel in the direction of Britain by himself. He was found and captured again and then put into another camp where he stayed for a few more months but just escaped again. He continued to travel in what he thought was the general direction towards allied territory or Britain... and was captured by enemy soldiers again, put into a prisoner of war camp... again... and escaped... again. He continued to travel and survive by eating what he could, usually falling asleep in a bush or some other place that he could use as a shelter. One day he woke up and heard an uncomfortable sound of rustling in the bushes. He knew that if he was captured this time then he would definitely be shot. He came out of his cover with his hands up. The soldiers he saw were Americans driving in a vehicle which stopped right in front of him. When he asked these men what was happening he found out that he was a mere ten miles away from where the D Day landings were taking place."
I don't know if he had to fight in D Day or not... I assume not. I thought that it was a brilliant story and I felt that this unknown mans story should be told on this blog.
There are really some great characters out there... you could literally make a film out of what he did or write a very entertaining book.
Over and Out.
ED.
In my spare time I have been volunteering at a nearby museum as well as acting out selfless self- glorification in my life. The people that work with me are incredibly friendly and while chatting with one of them I found out about a 92 year old man (whose name I won't mention) who they knew. They told me his story about what he got up to during the second world war when he was young. After hearing the story I thought that it was so unique and so amazingly amazing that I have decided to tell it to you, whoever you are who happens to be reading this blog right now. You will be amazed. I am calling him "Old Man"...
"Old Man was in the navy during the war serving on a ship...obviously. In the bay in which he was stationed a lot of bombs were being dropped in the sea, the type of bombs that would blow up ships (they may be called sea mines... I'm not well versed in military shizzle). It was his job to go off ship and recover and deactivate these bombs that were being dropped in the sea. While he was off ship doing his job, his ship was hit and sunk. He was found and taken to a prisoner of war camp. He stayed at this camp for seven months until he found a way to escape and run away. He tried to travel in the direction of Britain by himself. He was found and captured again and then put into another camp where he stayed for a few more months but just escaped again. He continued to travel in what he thought was the general direction towards allied territory or Britain... and was captured by enemy soldiers again, put into a prisoner of war camp... again... and escaped... again. He continued to travel and survive by eating what he could, usually falling asleep in a bush or some other place that he could use as a shelter. One day he woke up and heard an uncomfortable sound of rustling in the bushes. He knew that if he was captured this time then he would definitely be shot. He came out of his cover with his hands up. The soldiers he saw were Americans driving in a vehicle which stopped right in front of him. When he asked these men what was happening he found out that he was a mere ten miles away from where the D Day landings were taking place."
I don't know if he had to fight in D Day or not... I assume not. I thought that it was a brilliant story and I felt that this unknown mans story should be told on this blog.
There are really some great characters out there... you could literally make a film out of what he did or write a very entertaining book.
Over and Out.
ED.
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