Lots of Long Words
In younger days of letter writing until now (as an author), my imagination could (can) always be depended on to fire up. I often wondered where the fuel came from and then, during a period in my life when eastern mysticism was something to investigate, I listened to a guru who was asking her audience: ‘Where does inspiration come from?’
There were some wide ranging and wild ideas flowing back – many opinions were offered, none of them deep enough for me and although some ideas flitted through my mind too, they didn’t penetrate to a truth. (Truth is such a good word. Don’t you agree?)
The wise Guru listened but didn’t let us in on her ideas on the subject but the thought had been planted and it continued to grow. Obviously that was her intention. This was some time ago and I still haven’t resolved the issue. (Although I have come to realize that enlightenment is something you keep searching for rather than arrive at.) To provoke chatter I often open up the conversation around dinner tables or around pool tables in pubs and it can lead to some interesting discussion.
Secular opinion usually flounders because such topics can be regarded as ‘mysteries’ and sentient existentialists deny such twaddle as, well …. twaddle! Although ‘extemporised spontaneity’ or ‘a ball of string theory’ could get places in the league tables.
Fluffier companions can be interesting: ‘The Eternal Fountain’ is a good one, or ‘the same place as the chicken and the egg debate’ and they both get one of my votes but
I think it comes from nowhere and that’s where the big bang came from. The one that created a universe. ♥