What am I trying to say:
Reality - Illusion
Being able to access other realities – illusion?
In darkness I heard voices of the past. How strange. They cannot exist there. Those
voices are mute, dead and gone. And yet, I hear them... They murmur through sunlit
hallways, measured out by the beat of shoe-soles on stone, rising in intonation and
nestling in the crevices of Plateresque relief still sharp with newness and sunlight. But
that cannot be reality. Those hallways are worn with age and far away. And yet, I saw
them clear as day…
Where are the hallways? In my mind, and in my mind alone? Where are these voices?
[I let the thought lie, glance away, and pick up my guitar.]
I pick up my guitar and begin to play. My fingers warm up, my mind relaxes, and I sink
into the sound. Soon I am not just practicing, but playing. Am…E…Dm… a note rings
through my head, and I fumble across the frets to find it… ahhhh, F, that’s it. Am, E, Dm,
F… the notes unwind in my mind, my fingers follow where they go, and suddenly a song
has been composed – a story told.
[I pause and my gaze drifts out the window.] a song born into reality – but when? Was it
real in the moment that I heard it in my head, or only once I found the strings and
strummed them? And if, while in my mind, it was not real, how is it that I heard it?
One thing is certain: without the tune that reverberated in my mind, the song I strummed
would not have come to be. Reality begins in the imagination.
Did Columbus know this? Is that why he sailed so far afield? But more than that
knowledge he had the ambition/aim/devotion/(and balls) to a goal to act on it.
Devotion to an aim.
Go after something! Stop wasting time staring at a blank screen, tabula rasa. If you don’t have all that you
dream, go after it – the line between illusion and reality is thin. Create you own reality, participate in that
reality, and who knows what mountains you can move.
Make something of yourself! Do what you will, despite what others say
You don’t have to know exactly what you are doing – that is why you are doing it!
Fortune favors the bold – find that which you seek
Find strength in something
Reality begins in the imagination, and perhaps it ends there too. It is where Zacuto,
Nebrija Cortez, and Columbus have ultimately come to live. (And they live there not
because of their deeds. Those lie dormant in history books. They live in my imagination
because of their personalities). But it is the in-between, the strumming, sailing, and
knowing, the life-propelling devotion, that shapes the world, that makes the difference.
We must first think things up and then test them to be true, test them for validity. And
this process, the process of aquiring knowledge and going after the goal, is much
more important than the attainment of that goal.
We create our own realities.
I hear the voices in my mind – tow the line between insanity and genius.
