Sometime ideas jump up and say 'hello'. They introduce themselves, these...

[Falling Star]

...ideas, with words. Are they words? Sometime ideas, like men, jump up and say 'hello'. They introduce themselves, these ideas, with words. Are they words? These ideas speak so strangely.

All that we see in this world is based on someone's ideas. Some ideas are destructive, some are constructive. Some ideas can arrive in the form of a dream. I can say it again: some ideas arrive in the form of a dream.

 

[Rusty]

I have tried to answer this question twice already. This is lucky number 3.

A few things of interest.

http://www.xkcd.com/137/
Cool web-comic. This one's about dreams.


Eternity in a Grain of Sand

And as he stared, a change came over him. He saw into the heart of the universe. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God, and he was seeing it now. He saw worlds within worlds within words, worlds made of words, and of thoughts, and of matter, and of bits, and of cream cheese, and many other things. He saw the future and the past and the future that was the past; furry sad children combing beaches desperately looking for food, pleading with him to help; places where miners with ornate helmets dug in hills of gold, mining for dirt; he saw
himself, he saw his other selves, he saw the selves that were being created even now, as each possible moment went its separate ways and everything that could have happened, did happen; he saw that he would fail, and he would succeed, and he would never know the difference, you make your quantum superposition and you takes your chances, no wait that was a different world but the principle was still the same. He saw Her, and he saw the Committee Man, and he knew that even if he won, they were still out there somewhere, playing their own games with the worlds. But for every
world they touched, there were an infinity of worlds alike in every respect except for that. It didn't matter whether he went on or not, for if he chose to give up another him would go anyway. But it did matter, didn't it? He couldn't but think that it did, despite the lies he saw in the truth before him. He was getting dizzy. He tried to practice the breathing exercises he had learned from the Utterly Relaxed Koala People, but it was no use, his lungs weren't there anymore. His vision of eternity began to fade, and he heard Her voice (or was it the Committee Man's?) whispering "You won't get it up the stairs." Suddenly, he was back in "reality".

This is a small piece that was written by a Mark Buda on Google groups.


You have to look to the past and the future to reconcile the present. To turn and look into the infinitely small of the past and then to look to the infinitely large of the future and realize that you are the reconciliation of both. You are past and future, but neither past nor future. Black and white, but neither black nor white. Rich and poor, but neither rich nor poor. Good and evil, but neither good nor evil. Existence and nothingness, but neither existence or nothingness. A world and a grain of sand, but neither a world nor a grain of sand. Light and darkness, but neither light nor darkness. A whale and a bowl of petunias, but neither a whale nor a bowl of petunias. A square and a circle but neither a square nor a circle. The point where all these Reconciliations happen is you. You are the reconciliation Point or R.P. of the Omni-verse. Or rather your consciousness is that R.P. No one can have that RP but you and yet everyone, indeed everything already has it. all at the same time.

This one's mine. From one of my near-insanity experiences. You're right about Ideas popping up out of nowhere. I carry a notebook with me everywhere and write them all down so as not to forget.

 

[Mofo988]

Within ones dream lay hidden codes,
ideas are creative acts from unconscious resources indifferent to the laws of verbal logic,
untouched by the illusions of reality or even common sense,
i read you clearly from the manic flight of thought,
emotional gravity shifts from one matrix to another,
as one dreams the logical matrices are weakened because the inner links while awake are not in use,
dream logic is like an intruder manifesting into ideas of humor,
new discoveries and art,
your thinking is precious,
a phenomenon of displacement to shift reality to a previously unknown feature of unearthing the secrets of dreaming causal sequences of dream state causality,
ideas may arise from a dream indeed,
this inner landscape so state bounded and transitory and easily interrupted by any of our senses,
in these dream states are not words,
but to behold a meaning as we the spectator sees and feels the magic of symbolism,
pre-verbal and archaic within the underground games of mind.

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[paladin]

Lovely thinking. Thanks.

 

[Lynnmarie]

If you want some good ideas, read the Bible -New Testament first.

 

[oldmanwithcoyote]

A most unusual question. I can only speak from my own experience.
Sometimes my ideas arrive sprouting words as they make themselves known.
At other times they are images and speechless. I think that the mind ideas get
here as words and the feeling ideas get here as images. I don't speak
emotionalese and my feelings don't appear to speak at all. Maybe I'll try
speaking to them in images and see what happens.
I enjoyed this question. Thanks.

 

[peter_unk]

I wonder about this myself. I hear this too. It is strange isn't it because hearing this you wonder what is the difference between this, and ideas, words, dreams. To talk about hearing a voice is usually considered very odd. There are professions which treat this as an illness. People usually don't consider hearing a separate voice, but believe it is their own mind in operation. Like when shopping in the supermarket, and I say to myself, that looks nice, should I get that, I need this and that, what was it I meant to get, etc. To say there are words, ideas, dreams as independent entities influencing you, me, doesn't occur to people. But when I am listening to the words, ideas, myself, it occurs to me to wonder, if i can hear this then what does the word "thinking" mean? Really, what is thinking? Is thinking, the function, the operation, in the brain, using words, ideas, dreams, thought, where the difference of whether it is my own thinking or words, ideas, from an external influence is not an issue? Or is that the excess of words, ideas, etc, buzzing around in the brain, an indication of not thinking. The sense of me being the thinker or not, is not apparent, not brought to mind, not exercised. It is lost in the dependence on ideas, words, books, movies, dreams. When the thinker is thinking, there is only thinking.