We Are Nature
The Power of Emotions
While listening to a lecture on postmodernism and influence, a sudden recognition stunned me.
Of course there are no new stories! Of course everything we think, regardless of our erudition or awareness, has been thought many times before!
We all wade blindfolded in the vast pool of knowledge that is the collective unconscious, fishing out random revelations.
The human brain is not sophisticated enough to fathom the structure of this giant repository, but that structure must exist, as it is fitting for something this complex.
Its organization is discrete and too close to be perceived as a whole, but acts with the cohesiveness of waves or prevailing winds.
The point of writing, as I understand it, is personal.
A private account of what one finds while rummaging through common symbols and thought, and of the joy of recognizing oneself in others. An attempt to interpret how one fits in this strange realm we call life.
Learning must get personal to be accepted as true, albeit unconsciously.
A recognized concept glares in your face, overwhelming your perception, but you can’t model one your intuition didn’t grasp, no matter how strenuous the effort, or important the concept.
For example, someone tells you twisters sound like freight trains, and when they get close, the sky turns green, because light gets filtered through airborne foliage.
You can’t fear that roar and that sky, because you never experienced a tornado, but those who have can. They react to those signs like they perceive the color red, the wind against their skin, or the smell of winter.
I understand what it’s like not to own your own stories: the stories find you and temporarily take over to retell themselves.
How many experienced this before me and felt like they discovered fire? I don’t know, but I just got on this ride and I’m sure it’s loads of fun!