Where there once was a tIger

a flash of movement -
and then nothing...

oh well, such is life..:)

I love the images
you write...

I'm always so glad to see you, thank you.  :)  You know exactly what to look for, and I'm grateful for your keen thoughts.

Finest mey,

I love your language, beautiful lady :)  

Do you think because we know more about something in our heads than in real life, that we think we saw the real thing or only the thing we know about in our heads?

I doubt I can answer your question.  If you're talking about humans, humans are deceitful for many different reasons, and too they deceive themselves.  The mind does not like to look foolish and this is an automatic thing.  I only know myself.  I make admittance.       I saw an illusion only once, I was alone, but the illusion was as plain as day. There is logic for reality.  I saw something in the sky once.  I would have never have believed my eyes if there hadn't been another person present to witness this marvelous thing.     Whats the difference between your head and real life?  I guess that's a grey area huh?  :) As humans, we definitely have more questions on reality than answers certainly.

I like your response. Philosophically responsible. And I agree, it is very much a grey area. But your poem popped that question into my head. I can't say I ever saw an illusion or ghost or anything I can admit to being an hallucination with the exception of seeing some things that were extraordinarily real when my eyes are closed. Although they are nothing you would ever see in normal waking reality. But they effect me just the same as a punch in the face would. The mind does know when it is doling out deceptions or truths. Sometimes for our benefit, sometimes because it does not know any better. Thank you for your thoughtful response. :)

dear pishashee: thought provoking... enjoy your delicate way with words ...our windows are as small or as large as we wish upon.

You are wise with a soul as old as the sun.  A truly helpful comment on the writing style I love connecting with. Thank you.

superbologic study of a moment's th'ought

What man doesn't comprehend because of the
burden of the finite condition of his mind presently
is that WE are the DOOR/GATEWAY to endless
and Marvelous possibilities...   anything imaginable
is possible.

We are the Key to Eternity, Infinity...   The specimens
if You will in the jar that are being studied but are also
studying and creating.

I look at it as a kind of paradox: we have somehow been
Created by the Elements of the Earth/Gaia; but; at the
same time we are studying the Created so that We
simultaneously and inadvertently become the Creators,

It's as though what was is yet to be done: We came
from nothing so that We can be the facilitators that
create from what now is. If that makes any Fucking sense at all.

Sorry that I was long winded with that.

Your scribe got Me pondering though.

  Pan/Dantalian

I love talking about this, and I apologize if I get long winded. Thank you, I enjoyed the comment.  Our minds are burdened by society:  Our minds have been pressed and formed by family, media and community, all society – just as a gem is pressed and formed by the earth in the world of geology.   Whatever rock or gem that forms is because of the element (our mind in biology) and the pressure surrounding it.    We have so much pressed onto our minds that so often it closes the door to the imagination – and to our hearts.   Just as gems, there are layers and layers to see through, but inclusions that will always be there.  Maybe the inclusion is something that was taught to us, or something that was done to us.  We are pressed as children what to think and we grow into it instead of the natural learning process in which we can grow out of – such as the imagination.  This process is as individuals in one lifetime, and then too as civilization.    
 
For instance, when Rome and the Great Constantine came along pressing laws of Christianity, it subdued our minds as humanity.   These things are still felt and dealt with today.  A stone that is convenient and often comforting as for just the time being.  We hate to look at history and where we’ve been and how society was formed.  Our value becomes depleted when we cannot think for ourselves and grow from the learning experience.   Just as individuals, many mistakes were made in society and felt by all.  We can look past the experience, but the inclusion will always be there.  It gets to be a mess sometimes and hard to unravel.  As much as I love to work on it I’ll subside on that thought.  Our minds are burdened by society, absolutely.  We suffer this; we suffer our minds as we’ve lived it.    
 
Another of my thought would be that sometimes people just memorize things and don’t actualize them.   We have a unique consciousness within that we don’t tap into.  I don’t just see a sunset; I experience the movement and the hue of the sunset from within and everything that surrounds it that the light is touching, and then I contemplate the awareness of what I’m feeling when the light is changing and shadows are falling.  Flowers feel and know the movement of the sun; this is somehow true as to their unique consciousness.  They know where there is light and when darkness is near because of chemical processes.    
 
Also I think about the nothingness that you mention and it boggles my mind to contemplate the beforehand.  What could it actually have been?  What is nothing now; could it have been something then?  What type of universe was this?  Whatever it was, it was of the elements in that time given.  Our energy is original.  Pure energy.  System after system after system.  Exchanging energy.  Entropy.  
 
We have been moving along the arrow of time for all these billions of years and it just so happens that these human bodies are what was formed from only a few elements in the beginning.  It’s astounding to think that we have evolved before.  I live and breathe with the whole universe within me; at times, I can really feel it breathing. 13.8 billion years after the big bang, and here we are. Life is so completely impossible, and there is no ending.   I say that smiling.  One of the satisfying things about biology is that there are exceptions to any general rule that the ingenuity of man can devise.   I think this view of life is much more interesting.  Thank you for such a thoughtful and spot on comment.  
 
 “Maybe there's a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything.”  ― Stephen King

I just saw where you admire the work of Jim Morrison.  I do too.  This is one of my favorite little ditties.  An American Prayer (The poem)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dpuIMLugCw

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/190000-my-state-of-qualia-is-self-chosen/

The below thoughts that You so easily and passionately
wrote-out made Me think of this poem that I wrote a while
back... You can read if You like. I think that we're on a
similar wave-length.

And, Thank You for the Great reply to My comment on
Your scribe... You have now even given Me so much more
to think on.

"Another of my thought would be that sometimes people just memorize things and don’t actualize them.   We have a unique consciousness within that we don’t tap into.  I don’t just see a sunset; I experience the movement and the hue of the sunset from within and everything that surrounds it that the light is touching, and then I contemplate the awareness of what I’m feeling when the light is changing and shadows are falling.  Flowers feel and know the movement of the sun; this is somehow true as to their unique consciousness.  They know where there is light and when darkness is near because of chemical processes."    

a longsome tail,    
a heavy head –    
a centered weary heart.

None are free where there are bars; and all that glisters is not gold.

I was born under two feline signs ... Leo (Greek) ... Tiger (Chinese); this made me think about whether I'm living my true self or allowing too many to dictate my very existence ... Do I appreciate the beauty of my own stripes?

Thank you.,

Its a great thought.  We all are prisoners of something I suspect.  If not something then something else.  If we let go of that, then this; our own bodies as flesh and blood.  And the mind.  Can people see that far to let go and look inside themselves?  The eye cannot see itself.   Its interesting that when cells were first looked at by, Robert Hooke, he said they looked like cell blocks, such as prison cell blocks or the small rooms where stay the monks.  I truly appreciate the beauty of your stripes, Lobo.    They say I'm a Gemini and a Monkey, but I know my soul is attached to a Tiger, a very good Tiger.  :)  That's how it manifests.  That's what I think.   Thank you, Lobo.