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Methinks...
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
August 17, 2010

There are enumerable ideas on back burners in my mind. They exist as a dark fog in the distance within my mind’s eye. They percolate slowly in a soupy roil of thought balloons that are filled with words, images, and sounds. In the grand arena of my thoughts, they hover at the fulcrum of light and darkness. Little effort is required and the space they actually take up is small but nonetheless, they are important.

Aside from the usual senses, there are mental faculties that we each have stirring things about in our heads. The input from the outside world can sometimes influence these traits and trains of thought in many ways. Our acuities of the future can be sharpened, dulled, glossed over, or even erased by our experiences from the real world. Portentous feelings are mostly fragile wisps, but they can sometimes loom thickly like sheens of burned molasses. That dark foreboding just over your shoulder pushes into your synapses. It settles in like sandpaper against your retina and wraps a dull pain about your cephalic case.

I have some of that foreboding right now. Of course there’s no telling what it will eventually evolve into, but still, there it is, hovering just out of my mental eye. Such a thing always feels like something huge. A bit of mental vertigo always accompanies it for me. It also feels much like a crazy wide-angle zoom lens effect going on in my mind.

I’m not a true fan of mental dizziness but that’s as close as I can come to really describing it in a fashion I readily understand. The specter is easy to recognize for what it is but accepting it with any comfort is impossible. All I can do is languish in serenity and maintain a soothing level of semi-ignorance. It’s a game of attention without thought, and broad awareness focused on the entire world around me.

At my current level of contemplation one minute track of thought is an attempt at resolution of any possible future occurrence. Maybe it’s just a nearing culmination or melding of a lot of different ideas into a coherent and useable form. Maybe it’s a mental finger on the pulse of the human race. Then again, maybe it’s just me. All I do know is that it’s swelling slowly like a lumbering thunderstorm and the intermittent discharges are beginning to annoy me. Methinks a muse is definitely making mental waves across my ocean of thought.