What is imagination? We imagine light and I wonder where it is that that light exists (I know it is a dance of neural circuits firing when we think, but that is like describing the Mona Lisa as a combination of chemicals: missing the point entirely, if being completely accurate in doing so). Somehow it is like the place we go where we dream, n'est-ce pas? Our imagination. Where is it? Perhaps the question is wrong. Perhaps there is no room for the truly abstract in any concrete explanation of reality.
Visions dance before our eyes — the eyes inside our head — and it is something different from what they are modeled from, the hard stone and the whispering wind out there. And our head is huge, if we think about it. Who has ever catalogued the contents of an average mind? All the memories, all the hopes and dreams, all the pain? So huge that some become lost in its corridors, imagination's realm of the abstract breeze. Think of all you have thought about, ever, and imagine that they become alive, independent of your hardwired control. That is something of what madness is like.
What is imagination? For the mad, it is a place — like this place, but with its own private rules. For the sane, imagination is the shadow of the world, the forms of which stretch and crumple to one's peculiar bent. For both, it is the paradox of that which is real but yet no material composes it. Think. What do you see?
Dan Woerner
9:22am saturday, 22nd december
I’m struck, when I read this, at the amazing play between the psychological and physical realms of the human body and mind. I’m of the belief that the workings of such an organic machine are awe-inspiring, but I’m not sure if the process is the inspiring part, or the end results. I feel it’s spectacular to watch, see, or feel what the body can produce, but I am sometimes more amazed when pondering the dynamic logic the mind produces it with.
Raymond
12:22pm saturday, 22nd december
When your thoughts wander that is imagination.When your thoughts are rambling through your head that is imagination.Not based on truth or facts just thoughts running free.The truth about thoughts is that they can make you feel good or hurt like no tommorrow.Have you ever wondered why thinking back over lifes experinces you feel emotions(happiness'sadness;joy lonelyness).It all comes from what you as a individual thought about a certain event in your life.The birth of your child;your first rollercoaster ride;the beach;the death of someone close;splitting up with your lover;all these things are different to each individual.Your thoughts going wild over these things is your imagination.Dreams for tommorrow are nothing but imagination of today.
Mejink
5:48am wednesday, 26th december
This entry really made me think. Where DOES imagination come from, how do we see it with our "eyes", and how does it get out of control? I love my imagination, and I think it would be very cool to be mad (psychotic) for a day. But just one day. To see how far my imagination could take me. You use good descriptive language.
12:37am friday, 26th april
A dark mysterious mind trying to get out of its cage, that is what I see. Imagionation... what a powerful thing. Driven madness lost in the soul, never willing to let go.
Dan Woerner
Mejink
