The Borderlands of Consciousness

“We think in generalities, but we live in detail. To make the past live, we must perceive it in detail in addition to thinking of it in generalities.” ~ Alfred North Whitehead

“Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. Your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. Do not forget that… there are many kinds of magic, after all.” ~ Erin Morgenstern

A gentle rain began about ten minutes ago. Up too early, I let myself doze off for about an hour. That snooze is now past. I was kinda sorta all worked up over writing about the past. There is still time, I suppose. It will be light before too long. A legion of memories sit waiting in the borderlands of consciousness. They look to be a cheerful lot. I cannot explain it, this good cheer. What they are waiting for is the true start of the workday. I sometimes let myself open to Flow Consciousness at work. It may be necessary to allow that to happen today, seein’s how my night’s sleep was odd. There was enough sleep. That’s not the issue. I don’t know – what is the issue? Perhaps there is none. The indulgent three hour nap yesterday was just the thing. It worked out well, in spite of my lacking sleep patterns the past week or so. I just don’t feel any need for an explanation. Some people say memory is unreliable, inaccurate, malleable. Yeh, whatever. I say memory instructs, regardless of it accuracy and/or true nature. In the borderlands of consciousness the only rational question that can be asked about the nature of memory is why do you need memory to be accurate? The past instructs. It’s in the way that you use it. Pretty basic stuff, right? Time to get on to my day. Cheers.

All is well. Goof gloriously.

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