Many assume that our inventions, creations, artifacts, ideals, and our very ingenuity just occured historically naturally as a consequence of our genetic makeup. Why?
Is it possible that all thought simply orginates from fantasized fictions and illuminated inspiration from such created fictions through imagination?
I believe it is very possible.
What is government without the fictional fable of Plato’s idealistic republic and the inspiration that came from it through fantastic imagination?
What is morality and god without the fictional fables of prophets, shamans, or priests which then inspired millions of people to believe in them through fantastic imagination?
What is cult-ure and civilization without the fictional rituals, habits, wild desires, hopes, dreams, collective fanaticisms, prejudices, collectice existential fears, imaginative enemies, or imaginative histories that comprise it which then inspires millions of people to collectively believe them to be reality and actuality?
Could it be that man’s invention and power to create is merely a extension or inspiration from his own conceived fantastic fictional pretenses of his own wild imagination?
Why should man’s wild imagination be accepted as the decipher of what is real?
Why is it the end and final decipher in describing what is real?
We all know that our own source of self deception can be equally as powerful in comparison to other phenomenas.
Many of us deny that we deceive ourselves everyday. Many deny that self deception is a great power over this world.
Man eternalizes his own fictional perception on life and from these pretenses it inspires him to invent or to structure things within the collective bounds of the ongoing fictional story he has made for himself to describe himself within all of existence.
Man’s inspiration comes from the psyche of collective fables and fictions from his own imagination not that of nature or actuality.
How we come to accept man’s extreme fantasies, dreams, and fears as a extension of the entirety that is nature, evolution or cosmic actuality is beyond me.
Nature, evolution and the actuality of existence doesn’t imagine, feel, or fantasizes anything.
Only man by himself has the luxory of that ongoing absurdity.
Is not fantasies of fictional pretenses and imagination seperate existences from that of nature or actuality?