A bit of nonsense? I'm surrounded by aliens, and worryingly I seem to be recognizing them more clearly than ever. But first, about my own world. It is a busy place, full of the teeming and tussling crowds of me. The conversations never stop – often being arguments between me and myself. Then I might come along and try to mediate, or perhaps I'll side with me or maybe with myself as I sees fit. Emotions can be intense, battles quickly break out to interrupt periods of shared sweet pleasure, stillness, awe, and wonder when I, me and myself revel in our universe. The government is mostly benevolent, although it can be fickle and inconsistent. Reason rules - mostly. There are frequent skirmishes with rebellious tribes of desire that sometimes result in all-out war. Reason usually wins. Never is there an idle moment – even when bored it is only a matter of moments before I start telling me a story, or together we start wrestling over a puzzle. There are seasons when the orbit of my world brings storms that sweep across the landscape leaving worry and fear in their wake. Their ugliness will sometimes swamp all other activities, but emotions are simple creatures that tire under the weight of gravity – they cannot sustain their energetic behaviour and eventually subside into a smooth lake of acceptance. Not so Reason, which seems to be a perpetual motion machine with infinite energy, even during sleep. My world also has giant mountain peaks that, with effort, can be scaled. When we take these hikes and reach the top we stand in fresh sunlight gazing at views never seen before. Cool valleys are plenty, and these are places to reflect on the vistas we seen. There are also the deep caverns wherein lurk the monsters. My world is a busy place. Sometimes we have visitors – if I am inclined to let them in. Some come once, maybe twice, nervous and unsure at what they'll find. My memory of them is a nice place, so I keep saying "visit again soon". A special few come to enjoy their encounters, and together we make new places of memory. I, me and myself are a stable population, and together we travel through this strange universe. Now the aliens. For example, the other day I was riding my bike and I saw what was definitely an alien. There was this woman jogging along the pavement and I was conscious that hiding inside her head was an alien world, populated by the aliens her and she. I could not tell what sort of world it was; peaceful perhaps? Maybe desire or maybe reason held the reigns of government? Perhaps it was a world of anarchy? I wondered what the conversations were like, or could it be a world of uncertain existence with fragmented and incomplete dialogues. Or even a world of apathy drifting in the currents of space and spun onto new trajectories through encounters with the gravity field of others? Could my world and hers communicate? Among all the worlds I have come across there are some where communication is nearly impossible. On occasion we would barely get beyond sign language before we drifted apart. Yet other worlds seem to have evolved cultures compatible to my own, and communication comes readily once we understood each other's mode of government and the tribal battles each deals with. Many years ago me, myself and I entered into a partnership with a fourth party; he was a skilled translator and navigator who let me remain overall captain while keeping myself on as chief engineer, and I was also allowed to be second in command. But it soon became clear that our triumvirate was perennially trouble-bound unless we listened to his course corrections. Likewise, when we encountered other alien worlds it was a lesson soon learned that it was best to leave the translation up to to him. Its amazing how quickly you can get into difficulty with cross-cultural communication, unless you have someone knowledgeable by your side. Lyrics are here: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/katieherzig/humantoo.html
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Probably the best therapy is to express yourself. Why do you think psychiatrists make you lie on the couch and talk, while all they do is murmur "hmmm", "uhuh", or "go on"? Archives
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