Fluidity

The unknown is incredibly glamorous. Something which is entirely idealized holds everything one could ever want; really, the splendor of it is almost incomprehensible. We can believe about it whatever it is that we want to believe. It fits perfectly into our world, because it contains no glitches: no frustrations, no doubt, no murkiness, no faults. Inconsistencies simply do not exist - not really, anyway. We might allow them in on purpose, just because we can - for who wouldn't admit that they are fun? But as something that can actually hamper our little world of the imagination, they do not exist. So we move about in this fascinating substance of our mind; we can live in any time in any place, doing any thing in any way that we choose. And we can do all of that at the same time. Time, space, color, matter: they mean everything, but nothing. Their entities and modes of existence are entirely fluid. Getting to write on parchment with a quill and ink by the light of a candle, but yet being able to enjoy a modern-day shower? Not a problem. Making whatever there is of a metaphysical truth coincide with the nature of God? Fully possible.

Most people dismiss all of this enjoyment out-of-hand; we all do this type of thinking, whether secretly or openly. But to believe in it? To make it work? Not many, if anyone, attempts that. This is simply daydreaming, an effort to escape from reality into worlds that make us more than we are. But how, then, do concepts, pictures, images, and ideas fit in and amongst reality? Are they indeed superficial? Is reality categorically so concrete as to never be malleated? Is it a solid playground of the mind on to which to bring running, stomping ideas? Rather, are concepts and imaginations the force of stability, and reality the one in motion? Or do we resign ourselves to an undefined chaos of existence? Whichever way it is, it seems that to dismiss the impossible is a mistake. One must be a realist to the core in order to get anywhere with the questions. But one must also create the reasons as to why reality is innately unsettled.

So here is to the glitches, frustrations, doubt, faults, and murkiness that arise out of clarity. Come, my friends, and revel in the splendor.