It’s a foreign language.
Philip K. Dick :
In Summary: thoughts of the brain are experienced by us as arrangements and rearrangements — change — in a physical universe; but in fact it is really information and information-processing which we substantialize. We do not merely see its thoughts as objects, but rather as the movement, or, more precisely, the placement of objects: how they become linked to one another. But we cannot read the patterns of arrangement; we cannot extract the information in it — i.e. it as information, which is what it is. The linking and relinking of objects by the Brain is actually a language, but not a language like ours (since it is addressing itself and not someone or something outside itself).
Much of what I write is personal to me. My rationale behind this is so when others come across the same processes they will understand they are not going mad.
It’s super weird at the moment and super emotional as well. I’ve had a crazy week. Every day is an adventure. And bolts from the blue down the pub over the weekend. Firstly the super weirdness. When I went to the bar I found myself looking at a doppelganger of the barman who used to serve behind the bar thirty years ago in a different village in England at the pub I used to visit after playing football. And he hasn’t aged which is weird. And ‘Me Too’. Three of the men got talking and we all played football when we were young. I said I played in midfield and then another man said I played in midfield and then the third man said the same.
And then a Bolt from the Blue on Monday. There has been a T shirt merry go round going on and for my birthday I received a Jamaican athletics T shirt as a present which is connected to the CARIFTA Games which are the West Indian island junior athletics championship. Click Carifta Games.
A few days previously I had given the ‘One Love’ T shirt which I had bought about a month ago to a new neighbour who has recently come to England from Jamaica with his family as a welcome present and a reminder of home for him. It can’t be easy being in a strange land. Without being aware at the time I had probably bought the shirt for him even though I had no idea he would be moving in. And then he shocked me with the birthday present.
And Cherchez la Femme was the other bolt from the blue. Is it just an enormous in and out breath between the masculine and feminine or is there a core ? Multi dimensionality is confusing to say the least.
And the Butterfly Effect.
Jah only knows !