Today is the day. I said my last goodbye's under cloak of darkness. They cypress trees regally standing. The smell of night plants. Two friends picking up the last items. Their oohing and aaahhing didn't help. Who wouldn't love the future? But I've not spent much time at/in the future in the past year. And the road that leads to here and now - the present - was full of much negativity about/becauseof the future. There are many ways to slice/parse/compile the story/world. And ultimately it's up to myself to create it. As someone with a passion for words and communication dancing on the line between fiction, metaphor and clarity, words have power. Poder. Puissance. In the beginning the was the word - the word created the world. And with the stories I tell myself, I create my worldview. (Don't get me started about the nature of reality, science, the scientific method, etc. This is a twisted subject and the truth is in the threads all tangled up, only to make sense once woven into the tapestry of the dark sea of awareness or the places where AIs dare not adventure per causa de lions and tigers and bears.)
However if I create my world view, with words, the stories I tell (myself and others) and those I write here in this blog and otherwhere, then when I write, the future is now in the past. It is. It is more than metaphorical. Yes, there is a literal interpretation (and if you have known me for more than 2 years you can probably guess it). But there is also a meta-phorical interpretation. And as is the case with metaphors, it is much stronger and has bigger, longer repercussions. Repercussions, I can not even imagine. When you dance/play with the future, could you expect anything less?
time is an illusion - use it in service of gorgeousenvisioning!
Posted by: neilalien | April 05, 2007 at 09:12 AM
Oh Wow, Neil.... Georgousenvisoining!! my new favorite possibility. What a great word!! I love it.
Posted by: Dorothy in Oz | April 05, 2007 at 09:43 AM