Hi. I’ve been busy and not had time to update. Anyway I didn’t want to blog again till I had something to say. But things are moving on. I’m excited, the more I look into things my “big idea” doesn’t seem so crazy. I read this the other day
“In building a machine we are so intent upon our purpose that we forget that we are investing that machine with creative power…it can overgrow us in an invisible way…they are the dwelling-places of divine powers that may destroy us.”
-C.G. Jung
This sort of thing is just what I’m talking about. It makes me feel that I am on the right lines with my “big idea”.
To give you some perspective, where all this is coming from, I have a confession. I have, what in polite circles is referred to as a condition. No I’m not bonkers! Ha Ha. Though I do sometimes wonder.
Anyway it’s not a big deal but when my condition was diagnosed I took an interest in such things. I read lots and visited scholars and experts. On one such excursion to a museum I was shown the peculiar harnesses, straps and stumps that were intended to transform a bunch sick children’s lives. They too had a condition. Caused in their cases by science and greed.
Feeling guilty at what they had done science and business tried to make amends by throwing money at the problem. They made lots of equipment to make these children “normal”
These mechanical contraptions smelt of leather and utility, a fastidious functionary’s sketch of human possibility that by their sweaty practicality removed all possibility of life. I didn’t need to be told that not one of the children used or cared for them. They were strapped into place for the occasional exercise in experimentation or public relations but even in the faded images that remain the loathing and despair in the eyes of the children bear mute testimony to their cruel failure.
I knew then what I must create couldn’t be like this. It must escape the chains of practicality. It would have no chart to plot itself against no stars to guide it so in order to transform, to travel, it can’t exist solely in the world of bolts, brackets and screws, it must straddle the realm of the imagination. To soar free it would need to be set free. To become one with me the contraption must be sown into my soul.
But first I need to find someone to make my machine.
My project of possibilities.
I’ve drawn a few sketches – I will post them soon.
hmmmm, not very stable - need more than a magic carpet.
all great machines need a pulley system.
opposing forces, I think I am getting somewhere.
this will only really work if I can get enough power to create the plasma field - dream on.
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