“words are not a translation of something else that was there before they were”
“Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories”
Knowing how / knowing why. Procedures and structures. Diversify and unify. Complexity-to-simplicity turned complex all over again. Reuse and construction. Stories.
We are saturate with story. Each word of that sentence. If I provide the skeleton – you’re sure to flesh it out. The productivity of words, the how & why of humans.
Perhaps I’ll call it “making sense,” but the sense is there before, what follows is a meaning – through procedures and structures, reuse and construction, the wired and the firing, implicity spinning explicitly – and for reasons not yet fully known, I’ve gotta have mine.
“The knowledge of good and evil, all in one. Both.
Somebody finally said, I know my own mind.”
Experience is a complex collision I diversify and unite. Following patterns infused by my own. If you provide a list of observations and complaints, I may spend entire days reorganizing them – they didn’t quite “fit.” Perhaps I’ll throw them back. I’d like to be certain.
“the absence of doubt is of the essence of a language-game”
A personalized language-game full of cues, thesauri and symbols – my controlled vocabulary meshing your data…
“The alphabet of my DNA shapes certain words, but the story is not told.
I have to tell it myself.
What is it I have to tell myself again and again?
That there is always a new beginning, a different end.
I can change the story. I am the story.
…ah, now I’ve figured it out (made it fit my form) – this is my story now, please listen and confirm (complexity-simplicity) – oh no? you don’t? (complexity again) and back to the storyboards or diary…
The yearn is toward some balance, stasis, surety. Re-cognizable re-currency. Re-presentation. Re-anything. Want familiar. The excitement may very well come with the disruptions, eruptions, defamiliarization, the constant change – it certainly heightens our senses and intension – the thrill is in the thunderous gathering of troops – flickering flashing neurons – dogs set on the intrusion…but soon we stabilize the perimeter again…incorporate the drama…
“the important thing is to consider the significance of things and not to worry about their authenticity…it’s difficult to tell at the end of the day whether it was theory or need that got you through it.”
…with our stories (and lies)…our illusory perceptions…needing organized to our organism…and tales are conjured, fiction begins, typing on our limited keys…
…even while the body’s at rest…
“in short, nothing so central to the human condition is so incompletely understood”
this post inspired in part by
5 thoughts on “Homo Fictus”
theory or need- that’s going to keep me up tonight…
Some lovely quotes ( incorporates of other’s stories); stray cats given milk ( to distort/elaborate one of your own metaphors). Recently, I have found myself baulking at the term ‘fiction’ ( purporting to be distinguished from ‘non-fiction’)- particularly as a category to place ‘poetry’. As if one string of word pictures is of essentially a different quality from another. Does fiction stimulate different brain centres from non-fiction? Can the brain recognise( within itself) self-generated imagery from (external) sense-generated imagery? Hand me that shovel – there’s a big hole here I need to dig out of…….
Our greatest tool: storytelling.
I agree that genre distinctions make less sense as we dig in to the variety of functions…a friend recently posted me this… Imaging the Mind’s Eye https://www.solveforx.com/moonshots/ahJzfmdvb2dsZS1zb2x2ZWZvcnhyEAsSCE1vb25zaG90GLjqAQw/imaging-the-minds-eye (a talk from “Solve for X”) about seeing into/through the “self-generated imagery”
“Re-cognizable re-currency. Re-presentation. Re-anything. Want familiar. ” I love that, and what follows. Good food for thought, if you can tolerate a worn metaphor. I bet the Gottschall book is good.