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Homage to the Muses

I am desperately trying to remember an idea that I had earlier. It was so vivid, so good, that I was certain that I will remember it for years to come. A few hours later — nothing. Not a single shred of memory apart from the fact that it was good and important.  Where do our thoughts come from? Are they stored somewhere, and we just put our hands down, grab one by the neck and take it to the surface of our mind? No? Do we produce them? I guess that is the answer of most. ‘It is my thought! I built it myself’?  ‘Out of what’, I would ask. I always had the feeling that the thoughts do not belong to me. It always feels rather magical to have an idea and most of the time I don’t feel happy receiving the credit for it. I feel like a fraud, like a pretender.  People in older times were somehow humbler. They believed in the existence of the Muses, and I find this very agreeable. How wonderfully humble that idea is! I produce something, but only if I am inspired by the gods. So ‘...
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The expanse of space


When I was a child, I would often fly in my dreams. It was wonderful to soar in space - no wings, no feathers  - just me and the sky. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning with the feeling that I could jump out of bed and fly my way to breakfast!
Unfortunately, after some time I developed a kind of worry. Electric cables appeared in my dreams and with them the fear that I might get caught up in them. I mentioned it to my mum and she laughed, brushing my fear off in the most nonchallant way. 'Those are just the telephone cables. The electric ones have been put underground long way ago.'
Now I think that my mum dealt with this most skilfully. Instead of trying to convince me that it was just a dream and it didn't matter, she took it seriously and gave me the help I needed on a material level. After that I kept on flying without fear. Of course, that lasted for a while. Later the cables of my concepts, criss-crossing the space of my mind, made sure that I stayed grounded.

Looking at the beautiful sky over Los Angeles, I wonder: how do people fly here in their dreams with so many cables tied up in the sky! 

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