Amorella here. Twin tunnels. Scenic southwest Ohio at one time the region of Rod Serling’s “Twilight Zone”. How would you determine the depth of the tunnel were the mind to have tunnels for thought to run through? What do you think, orndorff?
First, I would say I am running parallel to your thinking while you write. So, let’s say I am on the left side of the road and you are on the right side in terms of our thinking. Never cross the double yellow lines.
In context it is impossible for you to cross the double yellow lines under your terms.
I thought it was a rule I didn’t know it was impossible.
You do now.
That’s interesting. How do I know my lane won’t just sudden stop once inside the tunnel?
You do not know, boy, because it is my road.
Really. I thought if we were running parallel we were both thinking similar thoughts.
This is only because you are running on my road.
In all these years I don’t think this has ever come up as a situation.
This is because you had not thought about the parallel thinking concept in this context. The road is built out of your humanity but I leveled it for smoother thought traveling, particularly with words as the vehicle.
We are in an analogy here.
I am in an analogy. You are in reality.
That makes complete sense, of course.
Good.
But there are two tunnels in the photograph.
A time passed, another analogy. Amorella.
The border of unconsciousness is indeed a strangely reflective setting, but methinks it is not the border of the mind by any measure.
Measure for measure the mind’s borderland is not a conscious place of wonder on teacups or teaspoons or even Alice or Ahab for that matter.
I assume then the borderline of the mind, the place beyond mind and matter, stretches a universe of edges.
You are not nearly so close as you would like to think, orndorff, and nowhere near the angels and aliens you like to think on. Even the First of the Dead are no where close. Put that in your pipe and blow on it.
I think I am old imagination, Amorella.
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