Lost In The Library Of Forgotten Dreams

Whoever said, “Writing will make you immortal,” is probably long dead. A forgotten sage, who scripted some lines to encourage students to etch their thoughts on papyrus intending them to be read centuries later by civilization reflecting its cultural achievements or possibly lost within the volumes of books that litter the library of forgotten dreams, such as the texts of the Alexandrian Library, destroyed by fire in the Fourth Century A.D.

Philosophy is either a line of reasoning claimed by educated scholars questioning fundamental paradoxes or a result of dementia developed over time from repeatedly observed occurrences, ironic in nature, that mocks insight and provokes questions of sanity.

“Can a dream come true if its premise is thought credible or is it nothing but the hopeful musings of imagination’s ‘romp’?” professed Socrates, who reasoned out loud, “Or perhaps a grand delusion of assumed events, a simple wish fulfillment deep within the sole, just a footstep on the path, the end of which is thought to be death, a doorway to an alternate existence that eludes an immediate perception of a cosmic landscape yet to be revealed, he added defiantly, as his left index finger pointed first to the heavens then earth, holding a chalice of hemlock in his right hand.”*

“How simple life would be if what is there were nothing more than what is there, absent invisible worlds, other realities, a heaven floating in the sky, or hell deep within the brimstone, echoed Plato in a professorial tone. His vision stern, charging the sway of reason by unbalanced emotions adrift within the ‘scape of tears.'” *

“A simple place where what you see is what you get, captured by the illusion of form, the consequences of actions that have been set in motion by some unknown force left simply to be defined by uncertainty steeped with conjecture, hypothesis and assumptions, added Aristotle in an odd but dispassionate stance.”*

The Legacy of leaving a written mark depends on whether it is important enough to record and the technology to preserve it exists to outlast the disintegration of time or else to be reinterpreted from oral tradition perhaps altered from its original text long after its say-er penned it in vivid tongue to a marble classroom as the students sat on carved alabaster seats, using quilts dipped in ink made from dyes imported from the East, carried on the backs of camels along the ancient trade routes of Silk, Myrrh and Frankincense.

A genetic pairing, also a legacy, requires no intellect, just the instinctual urge of procreation encouraged by biologists concerned with perpetuating the species and parents who want grandchildren, the continuity of generations promoted by some kind of divine spark never definitively known but referred to in the East as: “That.” Perhaps the same need that motivates bacteria, virus and fungi to reproduce, adapting  without a grand image to create something new or divine out of what already exists since they can’t think beyond survival, perhaps the soul intention of their actions. Socrates might say with a twinkle in his eye, “Are you so sure they can’t think?”

*The Lost Discourses of Plato, reportedly found in the Classical Greek Division of The Vatican Archives, Rome Italy, and reported to have been   released by the pontificate simultaneously with, The Vaticinia Michaelis Nostradami de Futuri Christi Vicarii ad Cesarem Filium D. I. A. Interprete, in 1982.