Saturday, March 28, 2009

Mental Diplopia



I sit upon an ocean of remembrance and I seem to be having memories of a person who appears to be me but can not be. Each memory flashes in my mind and sadness overcomes me. But I am not certain as to why. {These are memories but I can not remember them}

The memories are there but I can not attach my person with the pictures in my head. I know I am supposed to feel sad due to the profound emotion that these pictures compel but I do not know why!!

I can clearly remember my life as Malica, the daughter of Michael and Juliana. It is possible for me to give an extensive piece on my life from three years to the present. I know this person and I can connect with her.

But these photographs that have suddenly transformed my countenance into sorrow have nothing to do with what I can remember as me. They can not be thoughts because at that specific moment I was in a state of thoughtlessness; thinking of nothing when suddenly flashes of memory or thought began to take hold of my mind.

How exactly does that happen? Is there such a thing as past lives? And if there is, do past and present, at some point, meet??

A memory can be defined as a past experience that can be recalled or a fact that was learned being remembered. So can I really call the images in my head memories?? They certainly did not happen in this life (I think) What exactly do I call them then?? Thoughts?? Thought can be defined as an idea or notion, therefore I can not characterise these things as thoughts either!!

Does memory really exist if what one remembers never existed{to her}?? Can thinking be recognised as an act of ones own doing if flashes or pictures appear in ones head without the desire to “think”?

Ah well, have an awesome day and be blessed!! Arriverderci!!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Consequence


I am standing at the edge of my mind and I can already see my fate:

I will be judged, found wanting and then I will be condemned. I will be imprisoned in the arms of the most treacherous flame and I will feel each degree of pain as the fire slowly, very slowly destroys the evidence of wretchedness.

As I stand at the brink of my mind, I see this and though it pains me to look at, I accept this as my fate! A well deserving one!
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Ah well, have a magnificent day!!! Arriverderci!!