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Imagination is Literal like

a Bird is a Truck


By Jon Rappoport | outsidetherealitymachine.wordpress.com | nomorefakenews.com

Image by Humberto Antonio Muniz [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons


December 22, 2014

Once upon a time, each thing was itself and nothing else. This suited the clan.


Then on a slow Tuesday afternoon, a member made a comparison in language—one word to another.


Half the clan wanted to throw him over a cliff, and the other half wanted to get down on their knees and pray to him.


They flipped a coin and decided to reserve judgment because, fortunately for the future, the coin landed on its edge.


Thus metaphor was allowed to expand.


Something heretofore unknown was stimulated: imagination.


Immediately, an underground movement was formed to stop this. It was illegal by a Higher Standard, and it would certainly corrupt the young.


And green and golden, I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
(Fern Hill, Dylan Thomas)


There on that scaffolding resides
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.
(WB Yeats, “Long-Legged Fly”)


“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
(William Gibson, “Neuromancer”)


Deploying imagination is not like sending columns of troops out to battle.


And without irony or metaphor—two of the million children of imagination—there is no laughter.


Just stolid old USSR eyes asking for records.


Imagination doesn’t work in a straight line.


The literalists are trying to engineer a Flatland reality for the masses. They may not know it, but that’s the limit of what they can conceive.


These are the letters of my ancient fathers,
And these are the rose letters
Jumping inside the rolling apparatus
That moves the sun,
Shining through old windows
On statues of drowned men.


Society: all the possibilities of metaphor dampened to produce a non-metaphoric cartoon.


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(Imagination is literal like a bird is a truck reprinted here with permission of the of the author.)


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