One A.M. (1916)1
Or;2
A Bit Of Drapery3
"...truth is a natural state and, like a nude person, exists without need for any artificial embellishment."4
from: Cesare Ripa's "Iconologia," 1593.5
My conscious hours tend to be long, where, as a philosophical traveler, I suffer the travail of those who have plodded the common ground before me. I try not to notice, for I am self-assured.6
But even I need sleep, and when I try...7
It's odd, that long thin tunnel that suddenly opens; like a malleable straw, that I can push my head, a shoulder, pull forward with a strong grip and straining arms and wriggle about until I am wedged inside to get a better view.8
A portal? Maybe, I'm no judge, but as I look down the corridor, I see a flash...a tenth of a second? who can say...but it's equally odd how I capture the scene, know it intimately, and yet, it seems an altered product of utter imagination.9
Try it. Let yourself be tired, go to bed. Lie there, quiet, attempt to think of nothing...empty...and the hole will open...allow yourself to squirm inside...and you'll see the spark.10
Yes, you'll see it, that momentary burst, that familiar, but altered recognition. Is it an essence, or just an adapted vision? It's so alien yet, as I said, familiar. It shams what I know, shames what I believe. Its points are defined, it straightens like one dragging an end of a bezier curve. It turns, becomes dimensional...and then, just as I am about to...to what? Make sense of it? It is gone.11
Try it, tell me what you see. This flash I really cannot explain beyond my simple means...though it has a strange, intimate feel, it's something unusual, foreign, unknown, something I have never encountered, a thing very different from any and everything I know...and sitting here writing this, I know it's absurd, it's nothing but a figment of my imagination, and yet, it feels so real. Still, I'm a logical fellow and trust to my cognitive understanding, I mean, I am a philosophical fellow, right? Still I wonder (merely for curiosity's sake of course,) what does this flash really mean?
Author notes
Seeing how things really are, compared to how we imagine them.
In a list
`
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
The thing about a moment of truth is that you can't undo it. If you are under an illusion, the only way to break the mesmerism is to know the facts and hold to them until the illusion shatters. I have to agree with you-- how hard it is when cognitivity suddenly has questions marks?
~K
-
-
I forgot I'd written this...strange thing, I must have been eating something that didn't agree with me.
I wonder why I called it "A Bit Of Drapery?" I'm a strange fellow.
Ah yes, that thin cloth between truth and unknowing I guess. Wow, I'm kinda smart. lol
Thanks for reading it!
-
-
Ther you go, moving things around again,
making me wonder if I have pre-cognition,
for I knew we discussed this before.
Wil have to search out its orignal home,
for you were going to edit. At any rate,
I still like it as is, too.
And I see tiny scenarios in that space between
awake and sleep. Don't know why they are so tiny!
M-C
-
-
Didn't move this around. It is on Nom, this is on AP's sister-site, Storywrite.
Was I going to fix it? Did it have an error or 10? Maybe I edited it on Nom?
-
-
I never have those moments, when I lie down I sleep like in two minutes. Still, those moments when we are aware of things that go on around, beyond and inside us, happen now and then. When we (I, anyway) realize the true nature of everything or almost.
But sleeping time is for me sleeping, I even try not allow dreams to disturb my sleep
Ah, good to see a new story on Yem's page
-
-
I forgot to add my notes. I had them on Keystone or Nom, whichever but forgot to add them here. But you got the idea anyway...the moment of clarity, honesty. What what I wanted to say (and it needs some work) is that for those self-assured folk, those opinionated folk, the only moment of truth in their entire lives are contained in that split second. They are sure of themselves, that they are right, everyone else is wrong, but that one moment is their conscience speaking to them.
Bub, bub, bub.
Thanks.
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
