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Whatever will be, will be

Awkwardness, embarrassment, and ridicule are some of the things that natural daydreamers must live with, and more so if they talk too much.

Some of the most permanent and recurring etchings in my own psyche must be due, I think, to happy chemical accidents within the cerebral cortex.  I’ll second guess you now by saying that I did grow up in the 1960’s, and, yes, I did experiment with some questionable substances for a short while.  May or may not have had a lasting effect on said area of the brain.

Inspiration for this little essay came from recent scientific articles about new discoveries, and from my overactive daydreamer’s imagination.  My triumphs and my tragedies have, most times, resulted from absorbing the world in an emotional, empathic, and imaginative way and then communicating it back, in the same manner.  Practicality was not my strong suit, but I was bright enough in that area to make a living.

These episodes of the dreamer’s lucidity come to me higgly-piggly, sometimes unwanted and inconvenient.  There are others, though, that I struggle to express the effect of, and can say only that they may be of wide welcoming vistas, singularly comforting and reassuring emotions, strong senses of deja vu, or short spiritual experiences of joy.  I have learned to hold these very closely and secretly, especially after being effectively told that I was a seer of “Ice cream castles in the air”.  Certainly, some of the lyrics of this song (“Both Sides Now”) by Joni Mitchell are a dead ringer for my feelings.

The human mind, from the caveman to the great philosophers, musicians, artists, and geniuses like Einstein, surely is a wonderful piece of work.  I imagine that its potential is unlimited, and that whatever we can imagine will one day be.  As in this song:

“Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be.  The future’s not ours to see.  Que sera, sera.” *

 

*By Jay Livingston and Ray Evans.

Image credit to:  http://physicsworld.com/cws/article/news/2011/sep/13/physicists-in-tune-with-neurons

 

 

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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  1. Absorbing the world in an emotional, empathetic and imaginative way, and then communicating it back, in the same manner. You speak my mind. Practicality is not my strength either. Received a message from my best friend in the morning, who asked me to probably re-consider my approach towards life, the world is usually not made for the outsiders. I told her I wouldn’t, I couldn’t sacrifice my identity to suit the world. I’m shaped by my emotions and feelings. I can’t betray myself. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

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