At times, I like to close my eyes just to see what images I see first. I'm an extremely visual person, and when I'm in the dark, I'm constantly building pictures inside my mind. I remember when I was little and would get put down for naps every afternoon. If I couldn't go to sleep, I'd drift into a state of "memory movie-watching". I'd recreate a movie and do my best to recall ever inch and each detail of it. Unfortunately, I'm not a detail person. That means that although I can call up things to review in the depths of my cranium, I have to fill in the gaps with my own fancies. The other problem is the literal "fuzzyness" of my memory. Nothing that I can bring back into picture is clear. It's like someone turned the whole thing into a motion-blur. Part of me wonders if this is because I have terrible vision. (Like, I'm extremely near-sided...not like I don't have plans for the future or anything like that.) And although glasses and contacts erase the effects of my handicap, I still have to wonder if my utter lack of 20-20 can be blamed for a bunch of blotchy memory banks.
Now, despite the fact that I've graduated from afternoon naps, I still use my "recall button" quite frequently. In fact, it's rather a bother, because sometimes you can't shut the thing off. Every once in a while, especially after an evening spent talking, chatting, laughing, and learning---socializing in general, really---with other people, my brain suddenly goes haywire and starts replaying all audio and video footage that it's acquired.
This is how I call myself a "sometimes" introvert. I'm not---not really---because I'm very refreshed and recharged by interacting with people. But it's absolutely crucial for me to have an allotment of time to let me digest it all, replay it, and fold it away into an invisible cupboard.
Anyway, by now, I've began to try to harness my ability to see things on a sort of imaginary medium. I've found that there is a certain place between sleeping and waking in which I have more control over my dreams and dreamscapes. Every once in a while, I'm able to bend lines and shapes in order to create new angles and dimensions. Time works differently in dreams. Hours are seconds, and seconds are hours. This means you have a lot more time to play, create, and rewind.
Now do you get why I like Inception?---IT'S PRACTICALLY THE CINEMATIC ADAPTATION OF MY LIFE.
And all of this takes place inside my head---a mere sphere of gloop and bone structure that God plopped on top of the rest of me.
I told you all of this for a two reasons.
Mostly because I wanted to post something, and a one of my favorite things to talk about (both with myself, and with other people) is human nature. I don't understand people, but I find it so very intriguing as regards their habits and patterns. Being a person myself, it is a bother not understanding me. So in order to overcome that challenge, I break everything down into little pieces and chew them out. Today I've gnawed a little on the way I can play Inception. Doing analogies like this not only give me some way to entertain myself, but also makes me wonder how many other people are like me. Human nature is something more or less impalpable...like a black hole, or a bottomless pit. It is both non-fiction and fantasy.
The second reason is because by examining small parts of human nature, we can find new admiration for God's creation. Not an engineer, nor committee, nor genius, nor supersonic explosion could create something as vast as human nature. Praise the Creator for that indeed.
Because the following is true:
The brain is the stable on Stable Hill, near the heart of Narnia.
The brain is the dear TARDIS, soaring its way through timey-whimeyness.
The brain is Felix the Cat's magical bag, which never ceases to hold new surprises.
For really now,
with no doubt:
the mind is
bigger on the inside,
than on the out.
