20211104 Patience takes time.
mjbanks@swehttamxamAn apple, a drawing of an apple, an apple outline or blackandwhite, an obscurity or vague idea that is possibly an apple, and no apple as an empty space known as aphantasia.
I’ve just learned about this the other day from RomanianTvee, where he’d said he usually imagines in black & white with some of his audience interacting with their surprise.
I’ve never been a great artist, perhaps remembering the many times movies in mindless viewing had quoted some artists are savants, others with skill, others made to recreate and replicate masters, or even the fresco ruined by well-intentioned attempts that destroy. It’s been best to tell the truth with people that have no imagination, their instincts are in their lives/generation for a reason, even in larger scope of humanity, here to ask that a question or be questioned indeed. Maybe I’m repeating myself on the subject, insofar reminds me of that quote from John Wayne, “some say life isn’t black and white, and I say ‘why the hell not?’” that even if in shades of grey this is definitive proof of what exists, but the perspective isn’t forced in detail, or beyond knowing and written described as something, without the depths of hypothesis that artists, accusations, and archaeologists have to submit/relay. Moreover, in the almost-to-the-point cartoon the attempt to tell stories or cartoons somewhere between more details and less perfection, and as for perfection, it depends if description or depiction, doesn’t it.
There’s a point to make, if you’ve no imagination there are still dreams, as if someone without imaginations never having dreams destroyed, for better or worse, is taking that spiritual journey to understand and and plan the inner struggle and victory of emotional healing or health that we all take when questions of our choices come into the mirrors of morning or monotony. It might be said, there are dogs without imaginations, surely they think of a good dream for hours simply and on end. Our dreams are more complex, arguably like an open world telekinetic dimensional artist we paint the universe we’ll never explore during the wars of dreams shared with space so vast we only contrast in the waken world. Thus, onto politics, arguably I should spend more time on this, but I’m writing this before it gets forgotten and being typed you have to argue it, even tho I’m only as qualified denoted by contemporary opinions, and everyone’ll forget it anyway. However that last sentence was going to end, the point is made trying to improve on it, and finished when I’ve convinced myself. It could be said that the one-track mind should rely on instinct, and the safest of creations, descriptions put short and safe.
Reading this is different than listening to it, and watching it lends itself to put the simple realities and opportunities to ambitions, come one come all into the screaming fits of ratings jugglers and the ego in battle with your own personalities, and it’s good to have you with us again, although I’m not sure I would’ve picked human be it me. Good thing it’s not up to me, my mind’s already made up. The clay of modernity and the spinning of the vase that is maturity, the face of an optical illusion. The inverted shadow spins without our certainty of depth or proximity. My own experience is that the political arguments are a distraction that two sides forget on purpose and then forget on accident with the greater depth of deceit the heavier those chains. (and everyone in public thinks i’m insane, even tho I am.)
Let’s redo that paragraph, for the fuck of it. So, everyone knows what 2020 meant. The backstory, my dad’s side is the inner side of European and being industrious to very specific things, is often exposed to the hazards, including cancer. My mom’s side are northern, the levels of autoimmune disease contradicts, some, of the cancer, but in pride and prejudice we generally treat the common cold with prude diligence, right away, but historically not until then. While anyone with an active autoimmune disease had to shelter in place, none the few here worried. Watching society falter, only to worry about challenges to authoritarianism, that’s a worry worth having. So then, in respice waited and came the mandates to get the prick, and in November we got him. I sometimes amuse myself. It was called an immunization, but it’s a primer, to avoid armageddon, working usually, effective mostly, but the administrative elite and disaffected authorities were unable to imagine faults because of victories. The instinct to win, the taste of battle the many shades of blood all the way to the cherry on top of totalitarianism. They just had no imagination that there’s a downside, dangers, and dillusions, despite several of my forekin outlawing it. It was the slave talking heads on TV and the family in the dark around the screens that brought a storm of virtue signal. Crisis averted, if even law to take it, I will I suppose. It’s hard to believe they’d kill-off the obedient liberal acolytes of blind progressivism, but you can turn on the news and see they’re still at it, unless you can’t.
So what then of the glory and power of reality? It is a question? Questions have answers, or at least answers imitate art, questions imitate life, my anxiety has me on the edge of my seat. Perhaps it’s never good to say every thought, it’s just as bad to act without thoughts. Answers in life imitate art, which we’re all creating individual life, learning from the others. It would be describing something authors have many times, if you can’t trust your mind, stop asking yourself questions. T’is out of order and in the middle-of. It was known that one sentence fills a page, a single paragraph fills the ancient and illustrious poems of adventures common and epic, as long as each thing comes once. The clouds of magic between stars, without getting too far self hypnotized, without overplanning, with space to learn. It was another language to rearrange the words, and a different time when life was simpler, imagining the realities and perfect examples. No better imagination than the rest, let’s begin.