Surreal Existence - Stoicism
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It's a freestyle piece of work on the connection between dreams and reality. I think I could write for ages on this subject.
And it must be more than coincidence that right after I wrote this I noticed that I had stumbled upon this page with a few words from Aristotle about stoicism:
'Since all knowledge is a knowledge of sense-objects, truth is simply the correspondence of our impressions to things. How are we to know whether our ideas are correct copies of things? How do we distinguish between reality and imagination, dreams, or illusions? What is the criterion of truth? It cannot lie in concepts, since they are of our own making. Nothing is true save sense impressions, and therefore the criterion of truth must lie in sensation itself. It cannot be in thought, but must be in feeling. Real objects, said the Stoics, produce in us an intense feeling, or conviction, of their reality. The strength and vividness of the image distinguish these real perceptions from a dream or fancy. Hence the sole criterion of truth is this striking conviction, whereby the real forces itself upon our consciousness, and will not be denied. There is, thus, no universally grounded criterion of truth. It is based, not on reason, but on feeling.'
Amazing.
That is the 'Meddle' album cover.
And it must be more than coincidence that right after I wrote this I noticed that I had stumbled upon this page with a few words from Aristotle about stoicism:
'Since all knowledge is a knowledge of sense-objects, truth is simply the correspondence of our impressions to things. How are we to know whether our ideas are correct copies of things? How do we distinguish between reality and imagination, dreams, or illusions? What is the criterion of truth? It cannot lie in concepts, since they are of our own making. Nothing is true save sense impressions, and therefore the criterion of truth must lie in sensation itself. It cannot be in thought, but must be in feeling. Real objects, said the Stoics, produce in us an intense feeling, or conviction, of their reality. The strength and vividness of the image distinguish these real perceptions from a dream or fancy. Hence the sole criterion of truth is this striking conviction, whereby the real forces itself upon our consciousness, and will not be denied. There is, thus, no universally grounded criterion of truth. It is based, not on reason, but on feeling.'
Amazing.
That is the 'Meddle' album cover.
Surreal Existence - Stoicism
The city turns its big wheels Like the gears of a giant clock Lights pulse from red to green And cars flow in the darkness of this 3 AM night. But I am fast asleep Inside the clock, Dreaming of the world beyond As my time ticks away in slumber. Thinking it might be you and me, Reflected in that crystal mirror Of a dream Radiating my innermost desires. And this cigarette now burns Like my love for you And the music now plays back A familiar tune. And your voice now calls Somewhere, lonely on an Irish moor Or walking on an old historic parquetry floor. In some place classically dangerous. You like to ride along the beach And you like to sing me fast asleep Slowly, with your guitar. You like to dream. You like to sail upon the sea. You only want to be with me. In a dream. In a dream. Tell me please, is this just a dream? Wild unmastered thoughts Collide in my head And swirl in the macrocosm Of this universe, so free. So small, so large So clear and so obscure Such a concrete apparition Tangibly surreal. Does it exist after all? Mirage, turn to dust at my fingertips; I can still feel you. Illusion, cast a shadow; I think I could touch you. Where are we now and where do we reside? Within our minds, within the rising tide? On nimbus clouds upon the lofty sky? Can you show me where I go when I die? Can you teach me how to fly? To grow transparent wings and glide. To touch fire and see the wind whisk by? Can you tell me all the wheres and all the whys? Is this life? Shrouded ghosts and ectoplasms Fleeting moments embedded in my mind Enigmas winding around the countryside. Fleeting, ephemeral notions They linger forever. But you tell me: Is this a dream; Is it only a dream? |
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