The Liminal State of the Nation
George Russell, "Bathers"
Apologies for the gap between posts; time's been short this weekend. A lengthier update is in the works, and should be posted early Monday AM.
In the meantime, there's "Cheney's 'Spoon-Benders' Pushing Nuclear Armageddon", "Unbelievable tales from London" and perhaps Irish mystic George Russell's 1918 The Candle of Vision.
In chapter 18, "The Architecture of Dream," Russell concludes his reflection on airships he sighted in the mid-1890s with this provocative thought:
As for these visions of airships and for many others I have been unable to place them even speculatively in any world or any century, and it must be so with the imaginations of many other people. But I think that when we begin speculation about these things it is the beginning of our wakening from the dream of life.
This - and I mean, everything - is taking on the buzz of a between time. A border between sleep and waking life, while our systems recalibrate to interpret new data. Not everyone is on the same clock: while many are waking, many others are falling asleep. And I'm not knocking it: sleep is a wonderful gift and defense mechanism, and there's much these days which offend our beautiful minds. If we can't process it, our senses are inclined to go offline. It takes a force of will to fight sleep. And sometimes, we may wish we hadn't.
In the liminal state, it's hard sometimes to tell who is doing which. Maybe that's not for us to know - I dislike the presumption of screaming Wake Up! Besides, soon enough, things should get too noisy for even the soundest sleeper. If things don't, then maybe it really has just been a bad dream after all.