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1 " My eyes hadn’t been looking. But now… My mind could see without my eyes interfering. "
― Leonard Seet , Sharper Mind Darker Dreams
2 " The dance between sun and clouds, the discourse between meadow and flowers, I knew, and even the imagined sonata of stream and bird had touched a memory too drowsy to rise to consciousness. A memory the shade of night almost resurfaced upon my mind; the sensation of breeze almost linked to the isolated neuron clusters. I embraced that nausea and tried to nourish it, hoping it would mature into a newborn image, an episode in my personal history, a defining symbol of my self. If only I could reach deeper into that emotion, link the neurons between my amygdala and my prefrontal cortex, I might touch my forgotten self. "
3 " A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." If only. If only a rose is a rose and nothing but a rose. "
4 " Though time separated me from this other self through the years, memories and emotions integrated us along a different dimension. Through our camaraderie in this other dimension, his flesh and blood united with my switches and circuits, his excitement with my disgust, as mystics with their gods through meditation and contemplation. But my consciousness refused to bow down to spatial-temporal or biological laws. Refused to embrace the excitement and disgust as if they were diamonds amid ash. Not only that, the linkage had induced pain sharp enough to oppose time’s erosion, to bloom into a mature and lasting suffering, to remind the future I how this present self opposed that past ego. Memory, like an obsession, refused to die without a struggle against the will. "