This afternoon I decided to stop looking through the cracked window for a while….not much of what I was seeing seemed appealing, (basically I spent some alone time away from the outside world).
I turned off the TV, the computer…everything…. Just me, no chatter, alone with my thoughts.
My thoughts.. odd.. when where they mine? They have always been someone else’s, with me reacting.
I want to be the furrier…the smith…hammer In hand pounding the basic form, the basic idea. Nothing of substance comes from a single mind.
One discovers, one realizes, one develops, tell me something I don’t know…
One discovers, one realizes, one develops. to the worlds surprise.
Few of us see things as they truly are. Those that do are to be commended…they are rare. Our world, and even life view is skewed, twisted by familial influence, societal and political manipulations.
When was the last time I or you had an original thought?
Not an idea that was instigated by something read or in response to someone else’s ideas? A truly, out of the box, sky blue, only to you or me, original thought. It has been a while.
So much input…but it is not mine or yours…we may respond to it but it is directed.
Original thought…I sometimes suspect there is no original thought…if Nietzsche is right we are simply repeating everything in a predetermined and priorly executed moment.
But….for each of us there is the potential to birth original ideas within our sphere of being and experience.
Have you ever had an idea and wondered where that came from? Then ran with it to places you never knew existed?
Often you never even suspect that the cracked window is even there…a camera lens filter between you and the reality.
Reality, propaganda…which is which? Reality, non reality….truth or lie?
The cracked window is a reality.
Be original, think the unthinkable, CREATE.