What if...
the life that I am currently living, or the life that you are living is just an elaborate dream. Perhaps you or I are still an infant, or more peculiar, in utero. One day, we will wake from this dream and be still a child with the rest of our life ahead of us, and we will be too young to remember the dream and take all which we have learned in it, the wisdoms of life, and apply it to the reality that would be our life.
When our brain is fully formed in utero, what do we possibly think? My idea is that we live from one dream to another until our brain can handle coherent thoughts [but what does a brain that has never been outside of a placenta dream about? What does it know other than the liquid that surrounds it's casing- that is, the body- and it's fingers, toes and umbilical cord? There is nothing else]. This is very interesting, indeed. What's more, what would a coherent thought be, to an unborn child who has never been directly in contact with any language, just a myriad of muffled noises? Do all fetuses have some sort of unborn-language that allows them to have thoughts before they are born and subjected to whatever language their parents speak? Or do thoughts not have a language, or maybe even picture [as there could be no rational picture I could think of that a fetus could have thoughts in, unless all thoughts took the form of fingers and toes], and all thoughts are universal, we only think in the language we know as we become older because it becomes comfortable to think in this language, and natural to hear in our thoughts, what we hear daily, outside our head? Maybe I am just getting too far ahead of myself.
Just a thought, as I have been reading The Annotated Alice [a wonderful gift from my Mad Hatter that has really sparked a lot of interest in me].
Signed [yours truly],
Alice
When our brain is fully formed in utero, what do we possibly think? My idea is that we live from one dream to another until our brain can handle coherent thoughts [but what does a brain that has never been outside of a placenta dream about? What does it know other than the liquid that surrounds it's casing- that is, the body- and it's fingers, toes and umbilical cord? There is nothing else]. This is very interesting, indeed. What's more, what would a coherent thought be, to an unborn child who has never been directly in contact with any language, just a myriad of muffled noises? Do all fetuses have some sort of unborn-language that allows them to have thoughts before they are born and subjected to whatever language their parents speak? Or do thoughts not have a language, or maybe even picture [as there could be no rational picture I could think of that a fetus could have thoughts in, unless all thoughts took the form of fingers and toes], and all thoughts are universal, we only think in the language we know as we become older because it becomes comfortable to think in this language, and natural to hear in our thoughts, what we hear daily, outside our head? Maybe I am just getting too far ahead of myself.
Just a thought, as I have been reading The Annotated Alice [a wonderful gift from my Mad Hatter that has really sparked a lot of interest in me].
Signed [yours truly],
Alice