As I get older, I feel a growing disconnection with the wider society and all its digital trinkets and baubles. Sometimes I will stand in the cold tingling surf on the beach across the field, mesmerized by the tide as it pulls and enfolds its liquid tendrils around my scrawny white ankles.
And it is at these moments that this particular thought often floats into my mind…what if the rest of the world has ceased to exist!
As far as I remember, there are no houses, shops, businesses, pubs etc within 6 miles of my home. No roads or any other such man made graffiti. The hills that I can see behind the house are un-scarred by the usual dry stonewalls that lace the region.
As you can probably imagine, this allows for an uber-solipsism, and, dare I say it…more than a dash of sophism too.
Without the distractions of family or neighbors I am free to commune with nature and self at an elemental level. My psyche is uninhibited; it can seep into the darkest fissures and crevices of human ideas (including my rectum), and then dissolve into the wind, the waves, that oddly shaped pebble on the seashore. Sometimes, when I hear the scream of a gull, I know it is me screaming.
My consciousness becomes a pan consciousness, my mind is in everything around me, it creates everything around me.
In this place, narrative and discourse have been exorcised, the spirit is emancipated, the demon has been victorious. It has conquered conditioning and memory.
A nice cuppa is beckoning.
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