rhod v. nuncio writes:
Writing has never been that easy. The craft of writing unimaginably started in the days when humanity needs to transform his world. Such is the escape of the mind against the landscape of forbearance. Withheld in his deepest unconscious, writing is that something that lies underneath the mind – the act of reinventing the image, substituting it with words taken from the precognitive chest of language. The inner delay in mind mapping and mind graphing is easily discerned as we relegate orality and memory to explicit birth of uttered voices between spaces of our sounds and words in print. The shift from assigning sounds from memory to a textual code, I suppose, takes thousand of years to happen. And when everything is assigned and arranged or codified as it is called right now – the product of an evolutionary morphing from nonlinear sounds to linear words – the cognitive switch now can happen in milliseconds. These sounds may be repressed, sublimated down in the mental graph as an incomplete reservoir of meanings. Writing then becomes the unconscious act of the conscious mind to retell memories subdued as speech-in-the-mind-out-of-the-world. It may seem that writing is always a constructivist paradise but it is clearer than I thought that what writing offers is not the intention of the writer (as the possessor/originator of thought/idea/cognition) but the language the mind does not posses. This cognitive language is diametrically and dialectically opposed with reality. Intuition, dreams, and fantasies are inner impulses trapped in the horizon of our consciousness as they present themselves convoluted in constant struggle with the reality of the un-mind. Intuition and logic are separated in suspended animation and should not be taken as binary opposition, or images reflecting each other in the mirror. Dreams and waking state are discontinuities of a language harnessing its ambivalence in shaping, organizing and presenting a vision for consciousness. These two – dreaming and waking – are a priori epiphenomenon of our consciousness. Fantasies and realities are bipolar chunks of interpreting the present. It falsely assume a projection, a wishful thinking, a desire, a utopian sense of boxing life and death given the limitations of space-time continuum. The meeting point of fantasy and reality is the limitation imposed upon us by our imagination. And since writing is about transforming the wor(l)d, much have been changed in the name of the eidos. We survive because of our literacy but our civilization will thrive in sounds, images, and visions beyond the magic of the word. Writing is never immortal, so are we. But what is certain is this: I think, therefore, I end!