wishing for a non-wiggly thought
We live in a wiggly world, but our imagination can be otherwise.
If I had to describe God, if I had to conceive of It’s existence, I would describe It as pure and raw Abstraction, in true opposition of the physical, beyond it, even. It is the concept of Concept, the Symbol without the Symbolism. It is Thought. To conceive of something transcendent is, inherently, to deny the physical reality and to enter on the realms of imagination. It is imagination and nothing more.
This is the true concept of God, for me: to perceive, to imagine, to conceive of something other that physical reality. As such, to represent God is inherently impossible: how can we represent Thought? How can we physically represent the same thing that opposes physical reality? (In that same thought, is there such thing as a “physical reality?” What defines “reality”?)
We can’t represent Concept by itself. We can only create analogies, to include the inner concept of god in those other inventions of the human reason that share the same properties of godliness, the children of pure thought, like a perfect circle, the number zero or the straight line: with no width, no height and stretching to infinity (and infinity itself).
All of these are pure creations of abstraction, with true implications on our cultural development. The conceptualization of a grid, of a straight line, of something other than that found on a wiggly world can be virtuous: it is the pursuit of the only god-like ability existent in our world: to think abstractly, to go beyond the physical limitations of the natural world and to truly transcend into another realm. To envision a grid is not to limit nature, but to exercise our thoughts and define an undefinable world.
The need to represent Abstraction, while always and inherently flawed, can be inspiring: like the Boogie Woogie paintings of Piet Mondrian, or the minimalist Black Squares of Kasimir Malevich. They are conceptual poetry and they are moving to those who listen to it’s rhythm.
We are all but apes trying to touch a perfect black monolith, hoping to evolve. However, this monolith lives in our minds. It is our God, as we created him, and as God, it exists solely in our imaginations. It is Imagination.
Links: World of Wiggly and Alan Watts (on Youtube)
