Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Is That A Godshead In Your Pocket Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?


Okay, moving on.  

If time doesn't really 'exist', but finds its measure from us, only us, so far as we know, by extension from the beating heart of our body; and the universe is known to us, only us, so far as we know, through our brain organ and its genetically-set structural limits, 

Then can we not adopt an 'idealist' view (of someone's fashioning) that all our (yes, admittedly limited) knowledge of things 'external' -- which would include not only external to the body, but also external to the activities of the mind as it operates as part of/through the agency of the brain, thus 'external to' but within the body -- that all such knowledge is creative, a function of mind-play, a product of imagination?

What status, then, of 'the body' that houses a beating heart and agent brain capable of mind-play?  Is that foundational 'place' just a metaphor for the productive locus we call more closely 'self'?

Are we in that scheme a kind of demiurgic impulse whose energy derives from a yet more initiatory source?

Are we, ourselves, imagined in turn?

As judges and engineers, poets, of what goes from potential into actual.

I'm just sayin'.


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