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Mind soup for lunch

On rainy days such as this one, I try to guess the substance our minds float in. Are part of. Much like a fish would define water.

Right now, many concepts are cluttered in my brain, because where do you start such an article? May I rely on previous texts for you to understand me? Is it important that this is understood? Can I not merely express the confusion that arises from this seemingly pointless act? And you: do you think linearly? In circles? Concentrically? Haphazardly?

Let’s assume that it is in the nature of the mind to explore itself. That I’m merely following my nature here. I am making an attempt to stretch my mind beyond what I’d call ‘me’, into something more meaningful. I am searching for the word to describe the dense, slowly revolving motion of magma inside the earth’s core, as it unfolds right here. Around my mind. Where does it end? Or, worse: where does it start? Is there a story about it that can make me feel good? Probably, but I’m not looking for that.

Even though I despise dualism as an even remotely accurate description of reality, I don’t mind to consider, sometimes that there are two main frameworks trough which us Westerners understand things.

On the one side, there is the atom, the brick, the ego. The little material pieces which we are all built from. The tangible, measurable, the word, the description, the thought. Little packages of energy that, together, form us, our societies and our minds. From this perspective, my mind is no more than a channeled sequence of individual thoughts, juxtaposed in a way that suggests they make sense.

Then there is the vision that we are not built of little bricks or energy packages,  but that we are more fluid, wave-like, spirit creatures. That we are the result of an amazingly complex resonance of invisible strings, shaking itself and its surroundings as a cosmic orchestra would. That we exist merely for as long as we remain in motion; moving, inspiring and amplifying others as much as ourselves. In that perspective, the very act of writing this down is just a vibration between my mind and this paper here, which now seems so close, and yet infinitely far away. Mind is then merely a frequency that resonates and adapts with those around. As such present, perhaps, in everything. Like light.

Be that as it may, both of these visions of the cosmos rely on the idea that we are ultimately made out of absolutely nothing. That would make the whole act of my mind asking itself what it is an illusion. Maya. This entire story would be non-existent, the room I’m in not here. Such thought raises the question: if all of this is an illusion, then what is an illusion? Except for all of this, of course. If everything is just vibration, why doesn’t it sometimes stop vibrating? If nothing holds all the pieces together, could it also stop doing so? How would that taste?

Here’s where it’s better to let go of these clearly narrow-minded theories altogether. We simply cannot prove the fact that we exist by proving the fact that we don’t exist, because that would mean we don’t exist. And clearly: we do. And we did, and we will. Yet it remains in my mind’s nature to wonder how far it can stretch.

If a black hole sucks up all light, would it we able to see itself in the mirror? It would be blinded by the light of the universe, shining upon it from all directions. Is there something my mind sucks up that prevents it from seeing itself? Or has there simply been no mirror around?

The rain has stopped. I can go out and about, to look for whatever it is I intend to find there. Vegan food. Setting steps on an earth that may or may not exist within and or outside of my mind. Or something else, that is. Or not.


Sailing on Dreams – July 2013

Once in a while, I define sailing on dreams. This time, I’ll be a little more concrete.

I’m an everythist. I believe that everything which can be thought exists, even if it is not always present physically.

Put differently: I do not believe in the separation between the matter and the mind. Objects are thoughts, thoughts are objects. They are wavelengths in a spectrum. Humans generally perceive them as entirely different phenomena because of the way our minds are tuned. But there are states of mind in which they do not seem so different after all. In dreams, for example, or in meditations. Have you ever feared something that was not real?

Sailing on dreams is the lifestyle of the everythist. It is travelling – physically, mentally – over an ocean of possibilities, without getting stuck in a single set of them. That is not to say there is no settling. The imagination moves, once in a while followed by a deed.

It is a calling. An ongoing need for the motion of the waves. It is a purpose and a destination. An engraved incapability to sit still. Meddling with the storms of creative obsession or with the playful breeze of a wink. Tapping little wrinkles on an ever-changing face of the unpiercable depths.

Is this fantasy or is it real? That question wanes on the shore.


I’d like to clarify something about the title of this blog. I mean contemplate something. It’s about the word dream. Do you know that sensation, that when you’re using a word a lot it loses meaning? Talk to a biologist about a biological process for example, and he’ll ask you what you mean. I have been using the word dream quite frequently lately, and I feel it needs further specification and further exploration. Please be welcome to join in on this and give your ideas.

The dream. A state of mind. There are two kinds: “at the moon” and the vivid kind of state. “At the moon” should speak for itself. Lost in thoughts, disconnected from the reality of matter. Present rather in the world of imagination or, as some may call it, the dream world. It is perhaps remarkable that I would call a seemingly opposite state of mind a dream state as well. It is a presence where you are deeply in touch with your surroundings such as tables and walls, or with nature if you happen to be there. In this state, your sensorial perceptions work better, you are more alert and more attentive. A lucid state of mind; the dream.

Then you have the goal. I don’t know when it happened, maybe when we started to put butterflies in cages, but society has brought the dream down to a level where it’s used as a tool for control. The dream as man’s ultimate weakness. Never seen the ads saying “follow your dreams, buy our stuff?” The dream car, the dream holiday, the dream job, the man of your dreams and the dream life. The modern man follows his dreams. Blindly. It’s a use of the word I have grown allergic to. It refers to nothing more than a desire. Not that there is anything wrong with desires, but recognize them as such. Still, I do believe that the dream as a goal holds a magical dimension. The dream.

Of course, there’s also the traditional interpretation of the dream: the story that occurs in front of you while you are asleep. They say there are many layers in these dreams. Levels of vividness, levels of control. Levels of entanglement with your daily life. I think such layers are comparable with the states of mind in waking life that I mentioned earlier. Many traditional cultures world-wide wonder if the sleeping dream is not more real than the one you have while you’re awake? I would not go as far as calling either of the two more real.

I wasn’t fully aware of the meanings of the title of this site when I gave it. I thought of it as a cool name. It referred to the search of a balance between the inner direction and the outer circumstances like wind and the tides. I think dreams have a similar tidal character. I’m obviously not done writing about them, but now I wonder: what do you think about the dream?