Dreams are the images, thoughts and feelings experienced while
asleep, particularly strongly associated with
rapid eye movement sleep. The contents and purpose of dreams are poorly understood, though they have been a topic of speculation and interest throughout recorded history. As every teenager do i was roaming around in the green, plucking cherries and enjoying the solitude of
life in the tree's. Suddenly, I noticed that I was near a wonderful bushy cherry tree which bore thousands of red cherries and even more pale unripe ones. To my creative designer mind, the design of the cherry was too complex and the concept of fruit bearing too sophisticated. I was amazed by the almighty's creation, at the same time my neophysical mind was entering a world of gaze and virtuality. I was getting more and more enthusiastic on these colours and shapes. Iwas viewing every single leaf in another aspect, as i am too far from them or as if i'm viewing a visualization.
I plucked one of the red's and tasted it, as if im too familiar to fruits and trees. The lust of taste locked in the fruit exploded in my mouth. The kind of taste it bore within was unbelievable. Human thinking cant explain tastes, smell and shapes. I understood that the essence of taste, smell and feel of shape i analyzed and studie4d in my whole life was nothing at all. There were much more to be discovered. They study a drop of water and yet they seem to have studied the whole of the sea itself. The pride the men posses is virtual. The desire and massive greed, the two qualities any human posses sprang in me. The inner call to have more of the fruit was too strong that i couldn't resist it. I pluck the second, third... but not the fifth. Amidst the quiet and peaceful scenario in the bush, not everything seemed as they were. Confusion deteriorated the very center of a solemn bliss. I found a bottle instead of a cherry. A small finger sized bottle.
The teen in me found it more funny rather than mysterical. My thoughts wandered to the Yoruban religion where, I had once discovered mazing visual and spiritual interests. There trees are considered to be sentinels of spirit and the wisdom about the bottle trees is that the gleam of glass is intended to attract negative spirits who are then trapped in bottles.
But I was sure this was not what the yoruban's thought of. This was what was in stock for me. I plucked the bottle from the tree and stared with utter amusement.All i found was a transparent, thin, free flowing liquid inside the bottle. The bottle was lidless and was filled to the top. Even a slight touch could spill the liquid. Now the liquid started changing its properties. The transparent liquid was turning milky white and the density was increasing. How can the living give birth to the physical by violating the laws of energy and science. But i never tried to understand the non understandable side of the illusion. The completely filled bottle was the question for me. I now experienced from this how brain power reaches a plateau. Or even drops. In modern society, the scientists note, brain power may be less necessary to reproduce, so cognitive capacity may tend to diminish. For one thing, it ignores any strategies that females might be learning and using to manipulate the males. Which almost certainly must be a factor in the evolution of male intelligence, or lack thereof.
I didnt knew what i was doing. I found myself shaking the bottle. But i found the process good. I felt contented while my fingers came in contact with the liquid. I started gazing into the liquid surface through the mouth of the bottle. I found color. The surface of the liquid was getting spread ed with red color spirally as in a candy. The effect of Red on white was too good. Seldom does there arise an artist who can change our perspectives and the world we live in by changing the world and us. This is the domain of a creative mind. The color represented creative mind and the mix, the change. The mixing up was too fast because the molecules in the potion had high energy levels as I've shaked it well. "Being human Is not what you look like . . . it's how you are ", The theory i stick on much. The same way i never minded the liquids appearances. The liquid maintained its status quo. Similar to the life theory "a human where a moment before, there was only . . . clay".
I've already seen this somewhere. Am i paramnesia struck. I'm in a
veja du, the feeling that I've never been here before in my entire life. I found the answer, it was logical.
The logical answers i found staring at the bottle where : I had my thumb cut while shaking the bottle, and the red coloration of the liquid was my blood.
I dedicate this drop of blood to the thinkers who leave the mind for free thinking and extract ideas out of nowhere, and eventually hates logical reasoning ie, the aim of life .
" The computer metaphor is already strongly at work here, and by drawing on the analogy of a computer to help explain the structure of the brain/mind, the functionalist can account for both mental states- software, and physical states- hardware. Computers function in a strictly logical way. ".
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