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hi, i'm new in this forum, this is my first thread.
i recently left behind a terrible situation in my life (constant pain and confussion because my girlfriend cheated on me, she treated me with the coldness of a psychopath, i was an incel before meeting her) and the exact moment i broke free from it was when i read this comic book
"Animal Man #5" a month ago.
it gave me enough courage to tell her to go to hell,i blocked her everywhere. i was scared of doing it because i don't even have any friends. i was afraid of loneliness, but now i feel much better, and that bitch has come looking for me (hate her so much for destroying my ability to fantasize about women and love relationships)
it is a short story in which a coyote from the world of cartoons makes a pact with God to eradicate suffering from his universe.
he is transported to the “real” world, where he must die and be resurrected countless times just to redeem its universe, experiencing inhuman pain each time. At the end of the story, the coyote dies. And the fourth wall is broken, making you a part of the fantasy itself.
when i finished reading it, i felt a deep connection, a somewhat surreal sensation, like the fantasy was reflected through me as something real.
and right now i can’t find the words to describe everything i felt and thought in that moment, i had a sort of epiphany that, unfortunately, i couldn’t write down, but i thought it a valuable lesson.
and i think there’s something real about what i felt. Aldous Huxley, in The Doors of Perception, says that all the stuff that feeds religiosity and faith is based on projections from our inner world. for William Blake, imagination was human existence itself and the supreme faculty of the spirit, Fernando Pessoa said that we should consider the importance of nonexistent beings in our lives. For Lovecraft, dreams were everything, and he considered them the only comfort in this chaotic and indifferent universe
It's not enough to simply perceive fantasy as a spectator, you have to immerse yourself in it.
if we could choose wether or not we want to come into this world, and live an ordinary life like the vast majority of people, who would choose to do so? especially when compared to any catalog of video games, real life in this meatspace would have a lot of negative reviews on steam
cyberspaces and imagination are small corners where we can take a look at worlds that are a little more rational than the unintelligently designed game of life and DNA found in our cold and indifferent universe where millions of biological machines cannibalize each other endlessly for energy and consumption, in fantasy we can be whatever we want, and this by itself allows them to offer broader and more interesting experiences than the old meatspace can.
i worship imagination because i suffer from maladaptive daydreaming, and it's the best thing about me.
i've cried over the things i imagine, and they've made my heart beat faster. the best moments of my life happened when i was alone, imagining things I'll never experience.
I like to think that human imagination is something unique in this universe of blind physical laws, determinism, and causality. Imagination is like a window that allows us to make real, through ideas, things that will never be real, to imagine the unimaginable or the unknown, the otherness.
sorry, guys, for ending my thread like this, this is just me venting about all the bad stuff i've been through.
i recently left behind a terrible situation in my life (constant pain and confussion because my girlfriend cheated on me, she treated me with the coldness of a psychopath, i was an incel before meeting her) and the exact moment i broke free from it was when i read this comic book
"Animal Man #5" a month ago.
it gave me enough courage to tell her to go to hell,i blocked her everywhere. i was scared of doing it because i don't even have any friends. i was afraid of loneliness, but now i feel much better, and that bitch has come looking for me (hate her so much for destroying my ability to fantasize about women and love relationships)
it is a short story in which a coyote from the world of cartoons makes a pact with God to eradicate suffering from his universe.
he is transported to the “real” world, where he must die and be resurrected countless times just to redeem its universe, experiencing inhuman pain each time. At the end of the story, the coyote dies. And the fourth wall is broken, making you a part of the fantasy itself.
when i finished reading it, i felt a deep connection, a somewhat surreal sensation, like the fantasy was reflected through me as something real.
and right now i can’t find the words to describe everything i felt and thought in that moment, i had a sort of epiphany that, unfortunately, i couldn’t write down, but i thought it a valuable lesson.
and i think there’s something real about what i felt. Aldous Huxley, in The Doors of Perception, says that all the stuff that feeds religiosity and faith is based on projections from our inner world. for William Blake, imagination was human existence itself and the supreme faculty of the spirit, Fernando Pessoa said that we should consider the importance of nonexistent beings in our lives. For Lovecraft, dreams were everything, and he considered them the only comfort in this chaotic and indifferent universe
It's not enough to simply perceive fantasy as a spectator, you have to immerse yourself in it.
if we could choose wether or not we want to come into this world, and live an ordinary life like the vast majority of people, who would choose to do so? especially when compared to any catalog of video games, real life in this meatspace would have a lot of negative reviews on steam
cyberspaces and imagination are small corners where we can take a look at worlds that are a little more rational than the unintelligently designed game of life and DNA found in our cold and indifferent universe where millions of biological machines cannibalize each other endlessly for energy and consumption, in fantasy we can be whatever we want, and this by itself allows them to offer broader and more interesting experiences than the old meatspace can.
i worship imagination because i suffer from maladaptive daydreaming, and it's the best thing about me.
i've cried over the things i imagine, and they've made my heart beat faster. the best moments of my life happened when i was alone, imagining things I'll never experience.
I like to think that human imagination is something unique in this universe of blind physical laws, determinism, and causality. Imagination is like a window that allows us to make real, through ideas, things that will never be real, to imagine the unimaginable or the unknown, the otherness.
sorry, guys, for ending my thread like this, this is just me venting about all the bad stuff i've been through.
