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I was bored:
The Atrophied Gene
When we are old enough to crawl and touch we begin to discover ourselves. Our whole existence is introspective. Free from any external information about our environment, we seek out with touch, taste, smell, sound and sight to make sense of the world around us. Once we begin this process our natural inclination is to discover, manipulate, examine and create. There is nothing in our small world that doesn’t move us; from an unexpected encounter with a fly to the delight of a pebble on the tongue. Our emotions are fashioned, they become a map of our personal experiences.
As our legs and will grow stronger, our world expands. It becomes an ever increasing circle of possibility, moving out towards the horizon as our eyes grow accustomed to the distance. Still though, that horizon is unquantified, leaving us mystified and ignorant of what lay there dormant. But that sense of mystery, of not knowing, takes us inwards towards the centre of ourselves. There, questions are formed that have no answers. Because we have no answers our minds formulate possibilities and it is here that we find creativity and imagination -- the true intellect. These are our most joyous years. Our maps are drawn in crayon and our thoughts are unfettered.
As our mothers straighten our collars, shine our shoes and kiss us farewell at the school gates, something changes. We step into an environment with imposed symmetry and coercion. The very building trammels us and the classroom shapes us, turning us from limitless children into well oiled machines. A mind that was once liberated by naivety now becomes incarcerated by facts. Year after year, our minds become depositaries for information, that wondrous freedom we so cherished squeezed deep inside until one day we can no longer find it. We learn to view it rationally now, as if only a ghost, a deception of childhood … but we are mistaken
You may ask yourself: ‘what has this got to do with LBP?’ That child is still there, hidden from view by the demands of society. We can almost see it, peeping from the corner of our past but our senses have been derailed. They are no longer subjective, they are servants of imposed objectivity. Creation and imagination cannot be obtained from anywhere but within ourselves. We own it. We are it. You see, the mistake we make is to attempt to feel it, see it, taste it, smell it and hear it, but the process that lead us to it has now become the process that conceals it. Effort will only bury it deeper. To search is to acknowledge loss, so don’t search, just become.
LBP offers up another unquantified horizon and our senses can begin afresh. It keeps the young in touch with what makes them individual and helps the adult rediscover an old friend.
Last edited by Gribble-Grunger; 07-08-2012 at 09:36 AM.
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