The world just doesn’t seem to make much sense anymore, but the more I think about it, I’m not sure if it ever did make sense. Just as I was saying the other day about the “illusion of certainty,” I’m inclined to dive deeper into the bizarre state of the world today…and I’m once again thinking that the world never really did make sense, but routine gave the illusion of sense. Repeat the illusion enough and it becomes a pattern, and that’s just what humans have done. Repetition until a giant monkey wrench was thrown into the illusion causing complete chaos, requiring the pattern to reset. This leads me to think, since we all have some extra time, we should reconsider The Matrix idea of reality.
Anyway, all of this chaos and the nonsensical nature of the world has led me to take a chance and write a short story straight from imagination. I wrote from the “twilight” space in my mind, and edited from my direct consciousness…taking my cue from the misattributed Hemingway quote, “Write drunk, edit sober.” As I put the finishing touches on my upcoming short story, “Twilight Sleep,” I was inclined to share this quote by Carl Jung. Something to ponder as you embark on whatever day this is…
“The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense,
not between right and wrong.” ~Carl Gustav Jung