… an extraordinary topic.
You know what it feels like to be captured by an idea. This passion holds you in prison, and you can’t think of anything else. Ovidius said about passion: “It’s the first thing in the morning and the last at night. It shortens your sleep.”
Like a lover it robs you of your free will, reasoning and logic are eradicated, it occupies your every waking moment. Passion, obsession, compulsion, rage. How to find alleviation?
You frantically look for confirmation in what has been published in the scientific world. Re‑search. How deflating, frustrating. They all want to be right. It’s not about this. What is it about?
I explained to someone Bernoulli’s law. Since I felt it, the sense of the content, it was like my law. He wrote it down, and it was noticed by the scientific elite at the time, for the first time, others may have observed, thought about it before.
Writing it down may be the second step towards manifestation (thinking about it, the being first). It definitely relieves the pressure in my head. An outlet, ah… finally, a moment of calm, ah… how soothing. How many have struggled, went crazy, never dared to open their mind to let it out?
The Renaissance man had many abilities. Confidence and eloquence in spelling it out, writing it down. Having the means (money) to publish was most significant. Since those who had the luxury to think were generally of nobility, not many would have spoken up against them.
Look at our forefathers who prepared the way of modern science: Socrates, Diogenes, Democritus, Archimedes, Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Mikolaj Kopernik (Copernicus), Johannes Kepler, Isaac Newton just to mention a few who popped into my mind right now.
There are more, without any doubt.
At this point, allow me to pay homage to my favourites: Nikolai Tesla and Albert Einstein. They fell into two categories: one was sober, clinical, a dedicated humanist and almost miserable, the other amongst all his genius he was more cynical and a sharp jester.
And all of them had things in common: they were driven by their passion, stubborn and relentless. Tesla wrote himself, Albert had his wife to write for him.
I like to conclude by saying: You either go nuts or you write it down. This was one of the reasons why I began to write.
A few thoughts of mine are stored on my computer. Now, I feel urged to step up. Leaving it inside, just having it written down gave some initial relief, but now, it wants to go out, wants to become known. It? Who is it?
What do I mean by this? I guess, if you are still reading, you may be able to feel what it is.
Here is, where I am right now. You are present at this moment of the evocation of … whatever comes next. No idea.
In days of old, wizards would not tell you their real name, because once you would know their name, you could cast a spell on them, and get power over them. Control them. Maybe, this is the way to go. If I can find a name for what I am writing about it may lead me to the next step towards physical manifestation.
A New Name
The new name should include a sense of describing something, which goes beyond the normal. Paranormal for me sounds like against normal, but it means actually: beyond the normal.
More promoting is the pre-syllable is meta. Meta = goal, the top, boundaries…beyond, beyond what? The combination would lead to meta-normal, meta-sophics, meta-physics? Beyond the ordinary, explainable, accepted knowledge, normal boundaries?
Philosophia = a friend of Sophia, the goddess of thinking … philosophy = something a friend of thinking does… However, someone else has thought of this name already. Bugger.
What about Metasophia, or Metasophy … [thinking beyond boundaries] I guess the latter could work. It rolls well of the tongue, and the intonation seems right too. Any comments?
9:47 AM, 15 June 2010
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