If my body were a country, the boundaries would be my hands and feet, my hair. And my mind? What are the boundaries . and especially has it? Well it’s strange to say… the mind is in the brain… there is no lease up there. It can be said that the mind is in the body if you are a paraculo… but we have studied so we can say that body and mind are fused.
But if the body is made of skin, what is mind made of… what are the bones, muscles… of the mind? And where does it begin , where does it end? But the real question would be when it starts.
It does not come later, when we learn to speak and think in adultese. There is from the beginning because it is from the beginning that we think “I exist!” only that then we do not remember it… eh sure. Because there is no consciousness …. “and maybe he does not remember it” And then the mind is not all consciousness? Eh No otherwise there would be 3⁄4 years of nothing. Consciousness makes memories…. The unconscious images. Before there is a different thought, made of images… that they are not the sum of the stimuli we live… but it is something more, it is what makes you say… here is a human being! Because it is the exclusive capacity of the human being, to make images. It’s like with dreams!
Because when that famous said “we are made of the same substance as dreams” it was not something to kiss perugina… he meant this… that BEING…. of the human being is right there, in that thought that does not come by learning the tables, or copying mom and dad, but what at night, in his way, indeed in a human way, speaks to us another language… and shows us the deep thoughts that are our innermost reality.
“… I dreamt about you last night, you were pregnant…”
“… it was my mother, but it wasn’t really her…”
“.. I looked in the mirror, but I was ugly…”
“… I had a new car…”
They are our psychic eyes, which give us a glimpse into our inner world and… into that of our relationships.
“But I have to work, I have to bill… I don’t care about dreams, the unconscious”
The newborn is born with a fragile I (but not sick) and not conscious ( you remember the birth? No, it’s just not conscious) and if the first reports (repeated mica one) do not confirm that world of “I exist! /hope/affetti” that is if they do not give value to that world of images, which is our affective world… eh it happens that this affective thought is devalued by ourselves… And then after a few years we learn adultese by erasing what was there before… and then live mathematics, live calculations… live rationality…order, lucidity (with different levels according to their personal stories)
and that sensitive part that were/are our “hear and see” antennas are downgraded… As if they had never mattered or even worse, as if that whole world had never existed…
and gets sick…
and then you don’t explain why you feel like an impostor after they compliment you for something you’ve done, after you’re not satisfied with a life that has nothing to envy, because you only get sick, because you can’t get out of the house, because you can’t stay in the house, Why this life seems to have it you…
But when you go to sleep, even if you snap… then there is no emptiness…
…maybe there is a dream that makes you ask…
…am I still made of the same substance as dreams?
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