I had a beautiful dream last night . On waking I saw the sun streaming in through my window , I could hear the birds chirping outside and I thought —“-Hey, am I still dreaming “?
Right now I am sitting at my keyboard and wondering —which was the dream —–what I saw while I was sleeping or what I experienced when I supposedly woke up . Which one was the reality ?
Suppose what we live during our waking hours is actually a dream and what we normally call sleep takes us to reality …It is confusing isn’t it ?
This is somewhat similar to what Jeffery Meyers in his book “Impressionist Quartet” wrote –“The French Philosopher Maurice Merleau-Ponty has called a mirror “the instrument of a universal magic that changes things into spectacles, spectacles into things , me into others and others into me ”
Which one is an illusion which one is reality.
Sometimes these distinctions between the two seem to get blurred —
would you agree ?
A picture is worth 1000 words. This safe has been through a lot. Tell its story. Image credit: “safe” – © 2007 Paul Keller – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
This safe looks like it has had a long and a colorful history . It has been to very high places in its Life and now has been dumped outside in a vacant plot .
It reminds me of a gentleman I once knew . I came across him some months during my visit back home .
I remember he was handsome ,dashing with a swagger . Threw parties like they were going out of style . There were always people surrounding him , girls gushing , lots of laughter , lively conversation, music and wine . He seemed to be the envy of every man and a girl’s dream come true .
That was many years ago . I went away but returned after many decades and recognized him sitting under a tree. An old man , in dirty torn clothes . He looked completely empty and lost . He looked up and if there was any recognition of me on his face , it was fleeting and quickly clouded over with a vacant stare . He got up and shuffled away from me .
I was on my way to catch my flight and could not stay —-but his appearance disturbed me and I sat on the plane wondering what had happened . I got busy with the chores of daily living and the memory of the old man faded .
Today I saw this photo of a safe and the memory came back —–I wonder where the man is now ????
Like the safe in the photo, he too did not have a safe life