Why the Mind Deceives the I?

[Sponge]

The Matrix is real, isn't it??

 

[wildcat]

Acquisition is sensory. Acquire, store, access. The eye sees what is there; the brain what is not there. Both whisper lies to each other - there's the paradox.



The most difficult. How to organise and access. That which is and that which is not become images, and images are not words. They are of equal significance in the mind's eye. That which is not = that which is. This is called acute perception and it comes with a cost.



And fiction is a lie which is true - another paradox.

Acute perception requires visual thinking. Words are reductive and 2 dimentional; only images and ideas are real. The minds eye makes of them what it will. All words are fake. All language is a perversion.

I am surprised by joy.

Both whisper lies to each other. Very well said.
Acute perception comes with a cost. True.
Fiction is real. The ultimate truth.

What is it that constitutes the essence of every paradox?
How does the key fit the lock in the box?

The key is in the question, always.
What is the purpose of the paradox?
It sets the question straight.
There is nothing else to be done.

I hereby declare bananatrombones the winner of the First Price.
Congratulations!
Stay put.

 

[matmos]

Yes - a good question should always beg another question. If it does not, it is a poor question! It is an art to ask a good question. And well done to you wildcat, for asking the most wonderful questions.

 

[Serendipity]

I thank you guys for clearing that up for me.

(I find myself in deep water though, as I have gotten a solution to how but not to why. . .)

 

[matmos]

I find myself in deep water though, as I have gotten a solution to how but not to why. . .

It is easier to swim over a deep river than wade through a shallow one.

Take your pick.

 

[VagrantFarce]

A doctor who specialises in skin diseases
Will dream he has fallen asleep, in front of the television
And will later wake up in front of the television
But not remember his dream

If all the animals along the equator were capable of flattery
Then thanksgiving and halloween would fall on the same date

When I was four years old, I watched my mother
Kill a spider
With a tea cosey
Years later, I realised it was not a spider
It was my Uncle Harold.

(am I doing this right?)

 

[wildcat]

A doctor who specialises in skin diseases
Will dream he has fallen asleep, in front of the television
And will later wake up in front of the television
But not remember his dream

If all the animals along the equator were capable of flattery
Then thanksgiving and halloween would fall on the same date

When I was four years old, I watched my mother
Kill a spider
With a tea cosey
Years later, I realised it was not a spider
It was my Uncle Harold.

(am I doing this right?)

Very good!

Poor Uncle Harold.

 

[wildcat]

I thank you guys for clearing that up for me.

(I find myself in deep water though, as I have gotten a solution to how but not to why. . .)

A good point.

How do we see?
We imagine to see.
Why do we imagine to see?
It is the way we see.

 

[Serendipity]

If all the animals along the equator were capable of flattery
Then thanksgiving and halloween would fall on the same date

Hilarious!

A good point.

How do we see?
We imagine to see.
Why do we imagine to see?
It is the way we see.

Why do we see?
How do we see?
We imagine to see as a means of comfort.
Knowing all is to not know at all,
know a little and time warps around itself. (OOT; I think . . . and Optional solution)

Only I seem to ponder the question,
E seem to evaluate how,
Why am I more than less,
without a structure to progress?

Riddles work in my favor,
as notions more than facts.
Without my tongue torn,
complexity would almost seem wry.

Build me some structure,
thinkers of the moon.
And take me further in the back,
to ponder the greatness of noon.

(Not really out of topic but I find that you may not find that which I want you to.)

Ok. Back to the topic.

There's more "if"'s in this thread than noticed by most,
facts but imaginary. (*)
Illusions tread off your points,
break into delusional paperwork.
But uncle Harold know more of this than any other.

 

[wildcat]

Hilarious!




Why do we see?
How do we see?
We imagine to see as a means of comfort.
Knowing all is to not know at all,
know a little and time warps around itself. (OOT; I think . . . and Optional solution)

Only I seem to ponder the question,
E seem to evaluate how,
Why am I more than less,
without a structure to progress?

Riddles work in my favor,
as notions more than facts.
Without my tongue torn,
complexity would almost seem wry.

Build me some structure,
thinkers of the moon.
And take me further in the back,
to ponder the greatness of noon.

(Not really out of topic but I find that you may not find that which I want you to.)

Ok. Back to the topic.

There's more "if"'s in this thread than noticed by most,
facts but imaginary. (*)
Illusions tread off your points,
break into delusional paperwork.
But uncle Harold know more of this than any other.

Thanks for the existentalist poetry!
I love it.
Sartre and the poor Moravia could only write decent prose.

Noon is the time for the ghost.
She is uninvited, poor dame.
Look close. Solitude invites herself.

Noon blinds the eye. The blind reveals the ghost.
She looks down on us. Why?

Read Il Disprezzo.
The original title was: The Ghost at Noon.

Subject: The mind deceives the eye.
And what has disprezzo to do with it?
Everything.

 

[nozflubber]

I do believe this title is backwards - it is the phantom of "I" that deceives the mind, not vice versa


related quote from Memento - "Memory is treachery, consider its source"

 

[wildcat]

I do believe this title is backwards - it is the phantom of "I" that deceives the mind, not vice versa


related quote from Memento - "Memory is treachery, consider its source"

Yes.
One objection only.

There is no phantom of I.
I is the phantom.

What is the source of consciousness?
The illusion of it.