You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you?
|[From Morning Pages, Week 20, day 3, April 28, 2020]
Time travel remembered is an agglomerate of tiny moments that have emotional shadings and images. Within this, there is an infinite volume of stored images from your personal past. Beyond understanding, this memory bank is filled by a network of links from different time markers, emotions, places, people, events, activities, skills-links to touch, smells, tastes, textures, colors, temperatures, wetness(water), heat, dirt, plants, animals, insects. The subject-topic list is again, infinite.
In our technological civilization, we expand and augment this basic knowledge/memory with a digital storage many times more than our brain capacity of details or things not usually registered by our senses.
A great deal of this memory bulk is made up of a web of images, and not still-shots like a photo, but real living three-dimensional visions that contain light, color and sound, which our brain can instantly translate into language symbols for output (speaking-writing,gestures). And these vision-bits come full-bore-loaded with emotional content and links to an endless pile of connected moments and dozens more if you look at all the threads.
In this electronic age we make a deliberate decision to use our phone to click a still-shot or a video (always too long and rarely looked at more than once). However, notice that because you have a digital memory stored in your phone, your veil of forgetfulness easily blanks out any specifics of the event/moment. The brain's recollection is not trusted any longer, even though we know that video can be altered or replaced. We depend on the electronic memory.
What we actually SEE in our three-dimensional world is usually true, except with make-up and clothing as character camouflage or a television broadcast or a photo. These mental images are what they are as you see them, BUT does your mental translator identify them as not being what they seem. More and more often this mental discernment is required to maneuver through the civilized environments of 2020.
Now as I finish this . . .
What is reality in an artificially created environment?
I question that all the time when I ride or walk through our town and everyone is wearing a mask to cover their nose and mouth. People talking behind their mask is like trying to listen to a radio. My mind is fogged when I try to talk (through my mask) to a masked person behind a thick glass barrier at the bank or a shop. My mind asks how can this be real?
Find some Nature and breathe deep . . .