A mind's realm

Perhaps both Carroll and Orwell were right in the end. Concision must be one of the keys; not to make an idea easier to grasp but rather to allow words to keep their true meaning and everlasting strength that will get to you. And perhaps the careless overuse of words without thinking hard enough as to what we truly aim to express has led to writing perdition, which in turn leads to every word written to become weak and meaningless to the ear and the eye.

Ideally, one would have the fluent knowledge of every single language that exists in the world and gather every word that would complete the other fully… Then we would, maybe, achieve a perfect language and perfected expression of the mind. Perhaps, if one was to express anger through words and convey that feeling completely, they would use many different words from various languages whose words contain subtle variations and would add the forever lacking element preventing us from truly expressing what we had in mind.

Creating a universal language based on the best of every existing languages would symbolize the highest state of an ideal called harmony, or cohesion. From then understanding would flow much better and there would be less room for hostility. I suspect that every single human being, apart from the mentally weaker, perhaps, understands the other perfectly well intrinsically; it is the words we utter or write that lead to confusion. They are never a good enough medium to convey a thought.

But what is a thought, and is any of my thoughts different from you or my neighbour? What if we all had the same core understanding within, the same pattern of thought but languages and the choice of words from the start only serve to create a widening gap between my understanding and yours?

Within the realm of my own mind, it seems possible that it is truly an infinite realm in the sense that my mind goes on as another person’s mind begins and so on. And so it appears that the realm of reason might well transcend all that is material and palpable but we end up negligent of it because our eyes are not merely the windows to the physical world, but the very means of self-deception drowning us in constant illusions.

We seem to think that reality can only be perceived through what can physically be seen, touched, heard or experienced. Therefore reality is what it is according to a very limited state of perception, limited by the physical realm. The mind can transcend all rules and coupled with the power of imagination it knows no limits. Though it would be deemed removed from ‘reality’ because imagining a flying horse is not possible- it is not part of our physical reality- why could it not still be what is real and what we actually see with our own eyes the true illusion or dream?

The laws of gravity tends to prove that we, as beings in the physical world, are indeed real and the flying horse born out of my imagination is in fact the illusion or dream. Gravity gives to our living experience a sense of consistency and a sound base as to what can or cannot happen. If an apple falls from the tree it is doomed to reach the ground unless some physical factor prevents it from doing so- such a my hand catching that apple as it falls. On the other hand, it seems that one has yet to see a horse flying away through the skies. Because the mind is never constrained by any rule and only limited by the unknown, it can defy every single physical limitation and one would readily add that in any case what is spawned from the mind can easily remain just inexistent- a figment of the imagination.

But then… If I truly believe that the mind’s realm is indeed as real if not the only real realm, then I shall put all my energy into making that horse fly. If one has a strong enough dream or thought then one is likely to pursue it to the end, and this in turn might explain the strive people find within themselves to create or better what surrounds them, for instance. One man dreamt that one day he would fly, and others after him also shared the same dream.
Today we can fly.

If the realm of reason, coupled with imagination, is capable to fuel man’s drive to make ideas and dreams a physical reality then what is more real in the end? Is the core of reality born out of our own minds and then translated into a physical reality? Is it really impossible that what I see within my mind could be more intrinsically real than what my own eyes show me everyday?

16.30: Sitting under the apple tree
The sun merging with the sea
Spreading its fiery wings
In endless whorls and rings

Of doom, a hazy dream
Rocking the flawless beam
Of dying light and shimmers
Within the mind of dreamers

Under the apple tree the wings
Of birds, a cloud of feathers
In the misty grim lingers
Beyond the earth and sings

For all to hear and see
But blind is the heart
And misled to depart
From the dying apple tree