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So, fictionspace: or, where the hell do all these things come from?
They say (who say?) the imagination is boundless. And it certainly seems so. But also, "there are no new stories written" - which would indicate a certain structure in which imagination can be translated down to Earth-mode.
Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. There are then two distinct, though not separate, realms we're dealing with: the realm of imagination, in which ideas multiply and mutate boundlessly; and the realm of translation, the Mercurial realm, through which those ideas pass to reach some sort of expression.
Visualize an hourglass, 36-24-36. The top is the imagination space, blossoming out into the ether. The bottom is the Earthly sphere of expression and manifestation. Between them, moving through the "crunch point" right in the middle, is the Mercurial realm.
This sounds too Platonic: the Absolutes sliding down the vortex into Form. It's not that clear-cut, though, as the hourglass extends outwards into a spiral structure. The above diagram is a "freeze-frame" of an eternally spinning force, and a small section of that freeze-frame at that.
The structure of this hourglass is human perception - language, image, sensory input. Ideas - fact or fiction - flow to and from expression and realization. As they do, they blend - fact becomes fiction, vice versa, back again.
And as all this whirling takes place, something else occurs as well - TRANSLATION. The ideas, moving from imagination space into physicality, need to shift shape. For each unit of perception (individual, group, super-group, etc) the ideas appear differently. Their content is different as well. As with any act of translation, the data itself is transformed. And so the various qualities of what I know as Hermes are not identical as those of Eshu. They share the same threads, the same tendrils from imagination, but they are not the same manifestations.
This translation is infinite. Is imagination space infinite as well? I don't know and don't care to guess. But the translations are infinite, both in terms of 'appearance' (how the ideas translate) and content (what they translate into). Meaning exists on every possible level here - from so obvious it hurts to unintelligibly subtle. And the nature of the meaning - "what the message is" - is often the key part of the translation.
So said, this is my hyper-intellectual understanding of how human perception works, how our relationship to the divine exists, and why I can be knocked off my feet by the sunset colors on a building. This is EXPLAINING imagination space. Ok, fun mind-game. MAPPING it, though, is a lot more entertaining. There in my head we find Queen Mab, the Pumpkin King, and so much else... glimmers of the divine kaleidescoped through imagination and dropping into this reality.
The hard part of this discussion, and any one of this sort, is conveying the sense of experiential reality behind all this stuff. That it's not just abstract but right there, right now. As if you can feel it translating as it happens.
Wooha. Clearly an information overload for this week! |
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