And like a dream then, it is also a communication and language; a child’s nursery picture book wrought in glorious ‘Technicolor’, with added dimensionality.
Reality; The thing we know of as ‘our life’, is desperate to communicate!
But how can it get through? It is forced to use the bluntest of instruments because we have no language or vocabulary that suits the task.
The persistent and dramatic logic of ‘cause and effect’ are as basic as it gets.
The ‘intelligent process’ of ‘reality’ patiently herds and corrals us over the aeons and eventually we become rounded, like a pebble relentlessly rolled in the stream.
Just a collection of cautionary tales; Put your hand in the fire and it will be burnt!
But ‘It’ craves a real, ‘meaningful’ dialogue! and sadly we only get by as ‘two dimensional’ characters in an illustrated book.
We do not even have the wherewithal to formulate ‘real questions’; content to be just a loose collection of ‘vague longings’.
At least presenting a question would give the ‘process’ something to work with; An opportunity to present us with some sort of a reply.
How can it speak to us when we just stand there open-mouthed, transfixed by the reflection of ourselves?
