The Pristine White Room

[phantasm]

"Don't just stick your characters in your novel in a room,"

Or so I've heard.

"People want Persian rugs and lamps shaped like women's legs

and a bookshelf full of obscure philosophers, and plush chairs for people to sit in....."

That's what they say.

If people want pure sensory experiences, they can go watch some summer blockbuster movie.

Spectacle is part of art, it always will be.

What I want is for my mind to be free.

I want to explore ideas. That's why I fell in love with the written word.

I like Asimov better than I like Hemingway.

Ideas can spin lazily in your mind as long as you're focused on the text.

If you don't like talking heads, don't read Plato's Republic. To each his own..............................

But my playground is the universe, all of known reality.

My dodge ball is The Holy Word,

The catalyst that proceeded from the mouth of God to create the universe.

I am a ravenous mythical beast, devouring any word or idea that happens to cross my path.

I play in The Pristine White Room where pure ideas lie.

I make no apologies for where my heart lies.

[anirbas]

I like bits of both-Asimov and Hemingway. And I like this piece.

One should never make apologies for where the heart, or mind, lies.

[moseley]

at some point in the idea of getting just all I want, it comes that I have been wrong for so long for such a long long time as it felt like that was the way, to get all you could before you drop, but perhaps it is what you can do without, and to that end, what you ever really even need and often, the best end for me is the narration in my own mind of what things are, as people are, as things are and yes, I cannot do without words, thoughts and ideas...to fight with them, to prove them wrong, to prove them indisputable, to see just how far they roll because I am not Sysyphous and I am not trapped at the dip of two hills(has anyone else ever thought Sartre had a face between the boobies fetish but me?). It isn't death, it isn't living, I mean, look at all the people like cattle, like cows, we all are to a great extent, keeping with our herds, keeping within our boundaries, eating what is minced between ours and other's shit(look at all the lawyer commercials on tv that ask if you have been a victim of someone else's befuckery in the name of chasing the dollar or whatever that dollar might fulfill)and it seems there is a game being played upon all of us, for but one moment we can enter with the cards we have been dealt, sometimes, not much past the ante, shit, if we can even afford the damned ante....ante up!!! Then, sometimes we have to ante up...play the game, eat steak at a steak house, pay people to slaughter living things so we can eat our spam and then somehow wonder if the rumors people said about Wendy's serving worm based hamburgers(although absurd)has never been proved,, for a moment, I still hold the idea from some very herdy people, that maybe , just maybe, there might be a chance of tasting said "earthworm" burger but, I doubt it is going to do as well as a real baconator....Asimov did not see the singularity as it is becoming, but he certainly entertained the future(now)as often, the real value of imagination is how damned real it becomes in the passing of time(i.e. Star Trek communicators and now the already outmoded smart phone)...time for the companion chip implants folks....a bah dee a bah dee, that's all folks!!!

[moseley]

been praying to God again, I even am wearing my kippah, for Israel, for my Levite roots, for some contrary thing...but in a dream, I have had talks with God where he just appeared onto the scene...him, lucifer and some other angels...they just came on the scene...Jehovah has never gotten his origin story, never met his creator, in the Torah, his sacred name is YHVH, as in the Hebrew there are no J's, and this word as it is interpreted is quite an honest thing or God to say, "I am that I am"....if man is created in His image then Popeye makes sacred sense in that he always says "I yam what I yam"...his proclivity with incredibly skinny women and cans of spinach is a bit overdone, but the catch phrase, very Jehovy-ish...

[darkness0within]

From thoughts come ideas. And from ideas come words.

Words can ignite thoughts and ideas in others that could spread from one to another throughout the world. The infinite possibilities of existence played out upon the page. Why would anyone want to limit themselves? The expression of thought should know no bounds.

Such an excellent piece Phantasm.