Friday 11 January 2013

A World View Living in Error


 I am setting up this website because I think the world is in a mess. The theory behind this movement posits that all the world's problems stem from a language error - ie. there is an error in terms of the way we speak about the world. And because the words we use to speak with are also the words we use to think - and therefore reason with - the human mind's understanding of the reality of the world around us is misshapen.

 So what is the word, and what are we going to do about it?

 The word is the word "opposite", it organises all the pairs we think about into two mutually exclusive things which are different and unequal. When two things are opposite, they are set against eachother and there is a winner and a loser, a right and a wrong, a good and an evil.
  Society can very easily be dissection into the opposite pairs.
  
  Black v white (racism)
  Woman v man (sexism)
  Madness v sanity (psychologicalism?)
  Mind v Body
  Spiritual v science (materialism)

 We think in terms of opposition because in the 17th Century the philosopher Descartes sought an underlying paradigm that underpinned reality, and noticed all the world existed in pairs. These he called "opposites" - but this is not so. 
  But why is the word opposites wrong? It is wrong because two opposites cannot both exist (have anything in common) such as matter and anti matter, which annihiliate on first meeting. Steven Hawkins, in A Brief History of Time, advises the reader never to shake hands with his anti matter self. But since men and women, for instance, both exist, they are not actually opposites (because they have something in common.)
  Science tells us that everything in the world exists in hybridity - therefore the idea of two separate categories is an error. Men have nipples because they begin as women in the womb, and white skin is a result of a mutation of black skin, like blue eyes of brown eyes, and blonde hair of brown. Our language, and so our thoughts about and understanding of the world, are in tension with the reality of it.
  
 The global world view exists in error.

 What do we do then?

 What do we call them?

 Equasites - one thing who's existence depends on the existence of the other.

Newton's Law: every action has an equal and opposite reaction, can otherwise be expressed: every action has an equasite reaction.

This adds a new dimension of time consciousness to understanding of reality.

Women and men are equasites, and so is black and white skin, brown and blonde hair, brown and blue eyes.

What was before suspended out of order becomes in order.

The difference is, by changing this wording, we give two perspectives validity.

This blog is dedicated to bringing in the reunification of science and spirituality.

Imagine this scenario:

Children in schools learn maths, science, balance their chakras, and understand human social history against the background of the cosmos. The word teaches an integrative system rather than one based on exclusion.

With proper attention paid to the emotional body, all psychological problems are drastically reduced. Illnesses seemingly caused by no reason are also prevented. Greedy materialism ceases when people realise there is much more out there than the physical plain - sure, Derren Browm and Richard Dawkins can contest it all they like, the validity of science and spirituality is written in to the truth of language - science itself argues for hybridity between all pairs, not opposition (two of a kind, not two kinds.) We can see that their being set in tension is due to the error of the mind.

 When all things are understood to exist in equasition, bullying, racism, sexism and fear make no sense, because everything is understood as being companions. Humankind ends the nightmare of delusion inspired by the fall from ignorance. But she and he can return to that place of Divine Grace through understanding.

 It is time to begin the reparation between science and spirituality in the human mind, and between all things.

 Let us begin the 5th World with a new philosophy, as a new group of World Servers.

 It is within our power to end all wars and join hands as sisters and brothers.

 We can go to be the Aquarians.

Tuesday 30 October 2012

Escapism is the Escape

What do people read novels for? To escape for a while! To experience another world, or reality, which is more emotionally satisfying than the one we are in now. Sadly, at the end of the day, the novel isn't real, and when the book is done, we have to come back out of it. But here's the catch - what if you read a novel that was more real than the world you were living in right now? What if you didn't have to come back out?

  How is that possible? It is very possible. Worlds are constructed through language, that is how books work. After we are born, and acquire speech, we enter into the shared world through language, and so we live in a sort of "spoken book." Language creates our social reality, otherwise we'd all just go around pointing and grabbing! As I mentioned in my first post, there is an error at the base of our language which orders all the pairs in the world into opposites - eg. opposite sex, opposite side of the room, opposite arm (just pay attention to your speech, or anyone on the bus, and you'll frequently here the word "opposite" being used), when these things are not in fact opposites,  because they are not two kinds, they are two of a kind - opposites are two separate things with nothing in common, whereas man and woman have a body in common, the sides of the room have the room in common, and the arm has the other arm in common. Quite obviously, what these dualism are, are one thing presented differently, not two different things. Our language system is actually based on only a half accurate order - "opposition" takes into account difference, but the word does not take into account shared equality; its meaning neglects what is common.

  Theoretically, then, any language system which corrects this "error of opposition", and say, creates a new word - eg. equasition (meaning equal-opposites, or two of a kind, hybrid entities with a shared core feature) formally, would be closer to reflecting the physical world as it actually is - thus, would be a world created through language closer than the one we speak about today. Another world entirely. How cool is that? Worth reading a book on it? I THINK SO.
  
  The question is: would you like enter a world closer to reality?
  
  If so, my novel, Time of Completion: The Search for Meaning is for you.

  Here is the first Chapter:


Prologue
  In the beginning, there was… nothing.
  But every action has an equal and opposite reaction: there was also... no possibilities.
  And equal and opposite to nothing and no possibilities, was… nothing to order: chaos, and no connections to make: illogic.
  These four things: nothing, no possibilities, chaos and illogic, came together to create four things equal and opposite to themselves: matter, order, possibility and logic.
  The physical and the metaphysical, or, the metaphysical and the physical.
  Modern science gives the event one name: The Big Bang.
  The ancients gave the event twelve names: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces.
  These four things brought change and time began.





12 Stone
  The sun was playing a game.
  It was the game of human consciousness.
  The game lasted just under 26’000 years, culminating in the year 2012, when the December solstice sun aligned with the galactic equator, the midline of the Milky Way. The solar journey had already led the rise and fall of three World Ages, each one bringing with it a single transformation of perspective. For the Mayan’s, the naked-eyed sky watchers of Mesoamerica, who’s calendar, engraved in stone, counted down to this cosmic rebirth, the greatest renewal of human awareness was promised at the end of this Fourth World of Water, with the sun’s final return to the place it had first started in the “Dark Rift”, the feature caused by interstellar dust that runs northward along the Milky Way from the Galactic Centre. The sun was closing in on its home along the Maya’s “Dark Road”, to the centre of the galaxy, this portal to another world; the cosmic womb where all stars are born, from which everything in the galaxy came from, including humanity and the earth; the search for meaning was almost over, and at 11.21am 21st December 2012, everything would come together and the journey to understanding would be complete.

  For three thousand years, on what is known as Salisbury Plaines, a great circle of stones stood still, silently observing the passage of time, the meaning of their arrangement a mystery to anthropologists, who, slowly, drew the conclusion that, because of the alignment of the entry stones with the rising and setting of the sun on the midsummer and winter solstices, it may have been an astronomical observatory; however understanding of the message encoded within it still remained largely obscured. But, as the sun’s journey neared its end, all was about to be revealed, and everything would be brought to light.
  Those who constructed the circular monument, Stone Henge, did so on an intersection of 14 ley lines of high magnetism, fertile with earth energy; it was once a place of healing and kingship rites, a vortex opening into the wider cosmic universe. However, as the precession of the earth’s cycle caused the planet lean away from Galactic Light, the vital nourishing energy emanating from the heart of the galaxy, the connection to divine consciousness closed, seemingly non-existent, as if it had never been there in the first place. But as the procession of the equinox progressed, and earth reoriented on its axis in the other direction, light began to return to earth, and the connection was reopening.
  Pisces was the first energy to enter through the channel. The sun’s rays shone through the parallel entry stones upon a figure coming to life. The moisture in the air condensed until it had created a human form, slim, soft, as if with eyes just awoken from sleep. A wave of energy spread outwards from one central point, giving mass to all matter in the creation of this new universe.
  Pisces blinked, the large stones floating into focus. He lifted his face up, and squinted at the sun above him, on its ascent to the highest point in the sky’s hemisphere before it would stand still, and then make its descent along the southern horizon. In his unconscious, he had the feeling it was the last summer solstice in the Fourth World, or, his age, the Age of Pisces.
  The wind blew across Pisces’ damp skin, stroking the dusting of silvery scales across his naked body, across his chest, his stomach, between his legs, over his thighs.
  He turned to lay a hand on the closest stone, feeling its strength beneath his palm. When he pulled his hand away a wet print was left against it.
  Pisces blinked again. He rubbed his head, riling up his mess of blond hair even further. He felt as if he were in a dream.  Pisces was a water sign… leaving wet hand prints probably shouldn’t have surprised him. As a Water Sign, he was also the essence of feminine introverted emotion, and the most empathetic of the twelve energies.
  Where am I? he wondered. He giggled at the thoughts in his own mind chiming in sounds he had never before heard; although at the same time wasn’t unused to.
  “Where am I?” he said out loud, and laughed, surprised again at the tones bursting like bubbles from his mouth. Looking at his handprint, he said, “Water?
  Pisces made himself really pay attention for a minute, tuning into the emotional currents. He bit his lip in concentration, caught on a wave of feeling that said humankind was still very much lost. He was overwhelmed with the collective feeling of abandonment, frustration and meaninglessness. He would have almost have lost himself in it, if he hadn’t been struck with the impulse which began to drawing him around the inside the stone circle. He shrugged to himself, forgetting the suffering of the world, the hand print, and the curious sound of his own voice out loud and inside his head, and began his journey. He drifted along, his webbed toes moistening the grass, mud clinging to his feet. As the twelfth and oldest of all the energies, Pisces was the wanderer; so he guessed he should be wandering.
  Pisces was the ruler of dreams and fantasies - and the most gullible, easily lead, and self-delusional, he remembered being told – quite often – the last time they were here. Then it occurred to Pisces that they were all about to meet again. He would be reunited with all the twelve energies; but there was one he had been parted from, who he had promised he would meet again, the one that had often pointed out his tendency to lose his way in fantasy and her ability ground him in reality. All at once he could feel the grounding perfection of the sixth energy, almost feel his warm mouth against her neck, and imagine vividly the gently pressure of their kiss, and her fine dark hair in his hands as he moved it out of the way of her face, so often creased with concern and worry for their cause.
  As the Water Sign continued walking, he felt a subtle ripple in the field around him. A new frequency of energy was drawn through the entry stones; the eleventh energy.
  He turned at the quirk of the wind.
  “Aquarius,” he said warmly, grinning dopily at the figure taller than himself, still lost at sea in his own imagination, but managing to peek through at for a moment.
  “Pisces, my friend,” Aquarius answered instantly, obviously not as tickled as Pisces had been by their new language. He had a strong nose and jaw, with hair unusually colourless, like ether. Aquarius was an Air Sign, an extroverted, masculine, mental sign, humanitarian and the ruler of larger social institutions, his gaze was forever misted over with ideas and inventions. Visionary and lofty, the wide, future bound Aquarian eyes met the otherworldly Piscean eyes of dreams. “It is good to be back.”
  As Aquarius moved to meet Pisces, light on his feet, the ground behind him, in front of the entry stones, began to shift. The roots shot from the ground and wound themselves upwards into a solid, hard-worn figure, with strong shoulders and leaves blooming green and then fading with colour as knitted together, and the bark crippled itself into dark serious eyes, wise, radiating status and security.
  “Capricorn,” Aquarius greeted their younger. “It’s good to see you.”
  Capricorn energy was of a different vibration. Pisces felt a deep, sensual, and serious moodiness lapping at him.
  “Aquarius, Pisces,” Capricorn said. Capricorn was the oldest earth sign, introverted, mental and feminine, and was the archetypal figure of paternity and morality.
  “This way,” Pisces said absently, leading them forward.
  Not far behind, Sagittarius, the archer, bounded through, the last of the elders, as the oldest fire sign, extroverted, masculine and emotional. He grinned around, ready to explore and eager for adventure.
  “Friends!” Sagittarius whooped, his inherent optimism and large smile warming their hearts as he opened his arms. Sagittarius, concerned with philosophy and higher meaning, almost to the point of blindness, asked, “Are we here for truth?”
  Aquarius answered with a lopsided smile that revealed the dimple in his cheek, “We hope we are always here for truth.”
   Pisces continued to walk, leading the energies on the journey around the inside of the circle. Pisces was counting down until she came through.
  Everyone paused, feeling a sudden darkness flicker, as if something had for a minute obscured the sun. The clouds shuddered and began to pelt with rain, which hit heavy on the sign’s heads and bare chests.
  “Scorpio!” Sagittarius exclaimed.
  Scorpio was the second eldest water sign, the drops of precipitation tying his form together in a complex and turbulent sequence until his body was formed. He stood there, firmly and aggressively. Scorpio’s face was sharp, his eyes endlessly deep, fixed, but always changing, as if their contents were ever being forced to turn over. Pisces was enveloped by the stark hunger for experience, Scorpio’s obsession and probing nature sending a ripple through Pisces’ own watery constitution that easily absorbed and couldn’t help but imitate all that surrounded him.
  Scorpio nodded his greeting.
  One more turn. Almost half way through, Pisces said to himself.
  As they traversed the circle, the sky lightened, brighter than before, and the birds, who had not been interested in making their presence known beforehand, began to sing and coo, rejoicing overhead.
  Aquarius quirked a brow. “I wonder who is about to come through.”
   The most beautiful entrance was made by Libra, the sign of equality and partnership. Her blonde hair trailed the ground, made up of the gentlest breeze. Her face was lit with a Venusian glow, set with large intelligent eyes, her lips finely sculpted, her stature poised and balanced. He body was perfectly formed, slim, with rounded breasts, a curling of blonde hair between her shapely legs.
  “Libra,” Aquarius greeted his fellow Air Sign.
  “Aquarius, darling,” she answered, fluttering her eyelashes. Her gaze trailed over the bodies of all the signs before her. “It’s so lovely to see everyone again. You all look very well.”
  Charmed by Libra’s inherent magnetism, the signs did not fail to blush with pleasure.
  Now, it’s her turn.
  Pisces walked on and he felt his matching soul energy come to life. The feel of the universe changed. Again the earth awoke, and the flowers and roots shot upwards, weaving together, modestly, carefully, the pink petals settling into light skin, branches splitting into the lashes of dark eyes, and body with small breasts, tiny wrists, but with unbending resolve beneath its timidity.
  “Virgo,” Pisces said dreamily, the first to speak.
  The signs looked fondly on Pisces, the first to have his ideal other return to life.
  Virgo’s features were sharp and her expression reserved. Her long dark hair rested on her face as her keen eyes surveyed the circle. She offered a hesitant smile to them all.
  The half attention which Pisces paid to the material world was obviously no longer on anyone else but Virgo now.
  The heat increased and Leo, the next fire sign bounced into existence, grinning, grand, breasts bouncing, arms splayed, big red hair, announcing Here I am!
  Aquarius left the future for a moment, and began to pay attention to the present, which his ideal other was making clear she was very much in.
  Leo was followed by the soft and self-protective Cancer, the last of the Water Signs. Her hair was thick, her hips wide, her stomach soft and round, and her legs sturdy. She immediately searched the circle for Capricorn.
  Pisces was lost in his imagination, wherein he was taking Virgo’s face in his hands, telling her not to worry, leaning his mouth in against hers, and sucking gently on her bottom lip,  introducing her to how much he had missed her.  His chest ached, calling for them to be closer.
  Virgo was fixing her hair and looking anywhere but at him.

  The quickest entrance was made by Gemini, eyes flashing with recognition, quickly taking into account the stones which were missing, the entry stones facing the north-east axis. Then she met Sagittarius’ bright gaze.
  Following, was earthy and steady Taurus. Pisces was almost knocked out of his fantasies by the power of the possession which crashed through the emotional undercurrents as Taurus was brought into existence, and Scorpio’s attentions locked on to her.
  Taurus rubbed her hands together, feeling the sensations across her palms, pressing her toes deeply into the mud with every step. Her body was strong, muscled and heavy. Her skin was the colour of coffee and her face wide. Taurus was sturdy.  She took a deep breath taking in the fresh smell of earth and air.
  Finally, it was time for the youngest of all energies to make it through. Aries careered through, his skin steaming, his eyes focused and ready for a challenge. His exposed stomach was taut, his bare thighs muscled, legs bent at the knee, ready to take action. Libra, his exact soul other, sighed – her soul was incomplete without her ideal other.
  The journey was completed when Pisces returned back to the place he had first started.
  Reunited, the twelve energies – the one energy, with twelve turns, stood among the stones, some hidden from view from each other. Unseeing, they drew from the central energy of their connection. They stood opposite each other, breathing in the revival of their souls, joined in a one pure unconsciousness. Pisces sought Virgo’s energy through the currents of his immersed senses. Although he couldn’t see her with his eyes, he could feel her cheeks were flushed; her heart was beating quickly as she ordered the sensations flooding them. Emotions that stretched human history, from the birth of the first spirit, to the heights of pleasure, to the depth of torture and pain, every interconnected soul, up to creation at that very moment, rolled in. All Pisces wanted to do was keep imagining touching Virgo, entwining their bodies and touching his tongue to hers, but it wasn’t long before the influx of indistinct images soaked so deeply into his mind, Pisces found himself entirely lost in the ocean of all what it was to be human. Then, as fully as they had all been immersed, the feeling began to lighten, to thin itself, to constrict and lift. Pisces felt the pull of each connection to the insulated bliss weaken until it grew so fragile as to fade to an almost undetectable undercurrent beneath the strength of the waves of consciousness which were steadily and surely rolling in. A final tremor of reality pulsed through him, which brought a feeling as if his head had broken the surface of the water, time and space rushing to fill his imaginary lungs. The energies were as close as they could be to being.

End of Chapter 1

Restarting the World

So, all the blog posts I originally had on there got deleted. How? I don't know. Fate telling me to stop spewing my thoughts and bothering the nice people on the internet? Maybe. Or, a chance to start a fresh and make this blog more than it was before? That's the one I'm going to go with!

  Before, my blog was about just pointing out the strange errors in the world we're so used to coming into contact with, we don't even know they're errors and think they make sense. But now, in fitting with my theme of rebirth of my blog, I want to do something else.

  I considered blogging about how fed up I am with the world today (go watch "The Revolution Will Be Televised" if you want a good angry laugh, or simply switch on the news to be bombarded with corruption and greed), but I decided I wanted to be more creative than that. So what do I want to do?

  I want to start a New World.

  What, you ask? That's a rather big thing to drop in so casually... Have I been watching The Little Mermaid and singing along to "A Whole New World" a few thousand times to many? Of course I have!

  But I have also been studying Mayan Cosmology and their 2012 end-date. You may have heard of it. Most people think its about the literal end of the world (thanks, Warner Bros.) But its about the end of this socio-political cycle (eg. enough of corrupt politics and inept leadership) and finally reaching peaceful social order. It's about leaving behind the shit Fourth World we're said to be in now, and starting again!

  Sound like a dream? Well, all ideas start off as dreams before they become reality. And what have we learnt over the paste few years - with social media, anything is possible! (Also, that if you eat upside down you definitely won't turn into a snake, but I think that was something cruel my grandparents told me when I was younger and nobody lived under that same sort of fear as I did.)

 I'm genuinely up for making a clean break and starting a New World, and I'd like some people, maybe even everyone, if they wanted, to come join me. How does one start a New World and not let the corruption and greed follow them? Want to know how? There is a way to escape, and no, its not mass suicide... Maybe conceptually... It's genius. You'll definitely want to know what it is. Stick with me. It's going to fun.

Round World Square Thoughts


  If I said “Spencer or Jamie?” you could give me an answer. If I said I watched Twilight last night, you wouldn’t assume I was stargazing. If I asked where the 2012 Olympics were you wouldn’t need a second guess. If you don't know what I'm on about, you must be living a deep sea cave. So you are probably not reading this anyway, what with the wifi signal not being that reliable down there and all. Point is you are well acquainted with what's going on in the world.

  Or are you?

  Here is the most basic question of all:

  What model do you think in?

  Most people come up stumped. The virtual tumbleweed is probably rolling across the page right now. But stick with it. You should know it because this model organises our language and therefore shapes our world.

   We are well versed in current events and entertainment, but know very little about the model of perception our information flows though. Ever heard of a thing called “dualism”?

  Dualism means there are two parts. It is a way of thinking in pairs. Try picking one thing and you can very quickly think of its other; man and woman (Spencer and Vanessa), human and animal (Bella and Edward...), rich and poor (Made in Chelsea and Eastenders). More than pairs, these phenomena are organised into “opposites”, meaning that they are one and not the other, different and not the same. Think: “opposite sex”, or “opposite side of the room.”

  This way of understanding the world is called “dualistic” and the things in the world have been organised this way since the time of Rene Descartes. In the 17C Descartes noticed that the world existed in pairs and using this methodology of opposition, split the mind and body into two separate parts. These pairs are said to be co-eternal binary opposites; two kinds.

  So why is this relevant to me?

  By using language today, you are using this model. Language is not just words. There is a methodology which structures it, which has guided your thinking from the moment you acquired speech. It organises your thoughts; it creates you. You wouldn’t fly a plane without at least a lesson or two before hand, so why career around the world without knowing what the model that frames the things you come into contact with is? You need to know that your perceptions are guided by a /central model of opposition/ – but what is more, this model may not be wholly accurate.

  What, you frown, hovering your mouse over the “x” button. You tell me my world is made out of a model, and now you tell me my model is wrong?

  How can my thinking not be correct?

   The dualistic model has come under heavy attack in the social sciences being misleading. In fact, Tim Ingold sees dualism as the “the single underlying fault upon which the entire edifice of Western thought and science has been built” (Ingold, 2000, 1).

  The problem is that these pairs do not actually exist as two separate things; these things that we order into opposition are not two kinds, they are /two of a kind/. They are like hybrids of the same thing rather than two things. Pairs traditional spoken about as opposites, such as man v woman, light v dark, white v black, sanity v madness illness, to name but a few, are more like hybrids of the same thing and exist upon a spectrum rather than as two categorically different kinds. For example, male and female are more like two distinct expression of one body, and man and animal are two presentations of a living thing, rather than separate entities. Light and dark is a spectrum.


The consequence of dualism is an illusion that the pairs (found naturally in hybridity) are not connected in any way. This idea of difference without common ground does not actually capture the world as it really is.

  Before Goethe found that human's had a inter-maxillary bone which proved human's and animals shared a common ancestor, biologists point blank did not accept that human and animal were anything to do with each other - eg. they refused to accept the connection and see hybridity, certain that these were two distinct kinds they were dealing with. All a result of thinking in dualistic opposition.

This is the main distinction: opposites have nothing in common, like matter and antimatter, and therefore cannot share anything, such as existence, and physically annihilate on first meeting. With the pairs that exist in the world, they exist together, therefore they share their quality of existence, so the term “opposite” subtle peels away from the reality it pretends to capture. Man actually depends on female for its existence – did you know men have nipples because they start off in the womb as female? And white skin depends on the existence of black skin, it is produced by a gene which inhibits melanin? And although most psychiatric research searches for an abnormal gene to prove sanity and madness as two different kinds, outside of this opposition categorisation, it is more likely that insanity was the primitive consciousness which sanity depended on its existence to develop from.

  But why does it matter?

  You could say that since we know that beneath this way of framing things that these pairs are not actually two separate things it doesn’t matter that we organise the pairs in this way.

 The problem with dualism comes in because we superimpose opposition on top and align these pairs accordingly. Right and wrong, good and bad, moral and immoral, winner and loser. One must be better and one must be worse, one right and one wrong. "One perspective" will always be excluded for the one we view as "better." At its darkest, strict adherence to this model of good v bad, categorical difference and opposition has been responsible for blind subjugation and exclusion; historical examples being woman's rights (man v woman) slavery (white v black),  and the holocaust (Nazi v Jew.) This sort of thinking allows races to blindly subjugate.  Dualistic thinking applied to people is to make a distinction and pose that they are only different with nothing in common. It ignores what is common - the fact that were are all people. History is testament to how using a model of thought that poses mutual exclusivity where there is none can lead the thinker to make drastic errors of judgment.

  The reality is that the way we are taught to think can obscure what is really there. It's a bit like being colour blind; we can see the world but we do not capture the whole spectrum of what is out there.

  If we frame reality in a way which doesn't quite fit and forget that the shape isn't quite right (or never even know, as the case may be) we are distorting our picture of the world. All sorts of problems could occur - and we aren't exactly living in the Garden of Eden, let's face it. Think #badlyfittingpairofshoes. They do the job but make life a lot harder than it should be. The War in Iraq, 9/11, cancer, 1/4 of us will be classed as having a mental disorder at some point in our life... these are all signs the world isn't right.

  This blog's main concern is with trying to gain an awareness of how the world really is and not just how it is given to us.

  But enough about dualistic thinking for now.

  I just wanted to let you know there was a different sort of world out there then the one we are immediately presented with with the language we come to understand the world through. There is another world out there which we haven’t yet touched, or maybe, we lost touch with.

  I study an MSc in Philosophy of Mental Disorder and this last year I've learned a lot about the way the world is constructed - and how the things in it can be thought to be a bit different from what they actually are. I feel it is my job to tell you about them.

  The first thing I'm going to do is delve into these pairs of things that have been considered so uncommon to each other and be a bit creative in putting them back together. I'm trying to say things don't have to be right and wrong, they can be right and right. I think if we recombine these two things we can be surprised with what we come up with that we never saw before. Let's say I want to find the inter-maxillary bone of a few more things: science v spirituality, mind v body and me v you, to name a few I have my eye on...

  I hope you want to join me in suspending the belief in certain opposition, piecing together (blog by blog) the divided pairs, and trying to see the world as it really is.

Difference is out. Equality is in.


By Jessica Marie Heath

Works Cited

Ingold, T., (2000) The Perception of the Environment: Essays on livelihood, dwelling and skill, Routledge.