Post by thegenii on May 23, 2018 14:10:30 GMT -5
New emailing from the MPC, signed "The Curator," but this is most certainly not our Curator! There are links to various experiences that they are still selling which didn't carry over.
"The most complex thought I have ever come across converged on a scent I recognised in the air weeks ago. Just like Spring, the season most exalted among poets, both joyous and dejected, blossoms and blooms with each April shower and sunny May Day.
Bear with me a moment. Now, much like that previous sentence—one that I crafted, to grow from a contemplation guided by a scent towards various states of spring, from its popularity, to the emotional impact, and finally the natural acts one would expect to find in the weeks following the thaw of Winter—the scent I experienced, and the notions it inspired, were built upon by further contemplation until the smell itself was a complex compound of an idea: made up of many smaller ideas, where each connection brought with it multiple meanings.
Spring is the source of scents that jostle memories in everyone. Perhaps the thought itself is lost to time. But a vague, hazy photograph remains barely visible, a vision alongside the emotional response. Typically, we brush it off, or acknowledge it and let it pass without another thought. Next time it happens to you I highly recommend you do the following:
"I have something I must be doing." This statement is not meant to circumvent the experience, but instead, avoid the interruptions of others. Have this memorised and say it like rote as you go off to follow your motivations. "I have something I must be doing." Say and leave any group, confines, or interfering circumstances. "I have something I must be doing." Go outside.
Once outside, don't think about the scent or try to make sense of it. Bask in the sensation. Instead of thinking about the details or resolving the hazy origin of the memory, take a brief moment to contemplate how that scent has travelled to reach you:
It came to you from a time long ago, where often even the memories are forgotten, yet the subconscious was shaken from its slumber and ran a projector to display the memory of a memory to remind you: a short film automatically screened in your head, without your poking and prodding. That smell today is identical to one from your distant past. Time has folded on itself just for you.
Now, back in the present, tell me: have you melted into a pile of stardust? If not, take a brief moment to contemplate one last thought: everything from that moment, the one you had experienced, began billions of years ago, and followed a direct line through the creation of our world, of life, of our species, your ancestors, your parents, and now, you. Well, you, and your moment.
After that singular moment of realisation, I could not go through a single hour without seeing the wonder that exists all around us. I challenge you to follows your nose, after declaring "I have something I must be doing," and not see the most mundane sights in a new, fantastic light.
There is one final moment of realisation that I must share with you, but please be aware, it is a doozy.
Everything around you has been on the same journey, that same straight line. You have been companions on this trip. And if you're lucky, you'll have many, many more moments of realisation.
All of that from a scent on the crisp spring air."
"The most complex thought I have ever come across converged on a scent I recognised in the air weeks ago. Just like Spring, the season most exalted among poets, both joyous and dejected, blossoms and blooms with each April shower and sunny May Day.
Bear with me a moment. Now, much like that previous sentence—one that I crafted, to grow from a contemplation guided by a scent towards various states of spring, from its popularity, to the emotional impact, and finally the natural acts one would expect to find in the weeks following the thaw of Winter—the scent I experienced, and the notions it inspired, were built upon by further contemplation until the smell itself was a complex compound of an idea: made up of many smaller ideas, where each connection brought with it multiple meanings.
Spring is the source of scents that jostle memories in everyone. Perhaps the thought itself is lost to time. But a vague, hazy photograph remains barely visible, a vision alongside the emotional response. Typically, we brush it off, or acknowledge it and let it pass without another thought. Next time it happens to you I highly recommend you do the following:
"I have something I must be doing." This statement is not meant to circumvent the experience, but instead, avoid the interruptions of others. Have this memorised and say it like rote as you go off to follow your motivations. "I have something I must be doing." Say and leave any group, confines, or interfering circumstances. "I have something I must be doing." Go outside.
Once outside, don't think about the scent or try to make sense of it. Bask in the sensation. Instead of thinking about the details or resolving the hazy origin of the memory, take a brief moment to contemplate how that scent has travelled to reach you:
It came to you from a time long ago, where often even the memories are forgotten, yet the subconscious was shaken from its slumber and ran a projector to display the memory of a memory to remind you: a short film automatically screened in your head, without your poking and prodding. That smell today is identical to one from your distant past. Time has folded on itself just for you.
Now, back in the present, tell me: have you melted into a pile of stardust? If not, take a brief moment to contemplate one last thought: everything from that moment, the one you had experienced, began billions of years ago, and followed a direct line through the creation of our world, of life, of our species, your ancestors, your parents, and now, you. Well, you, and your moment.
After that singular moment of realisation, I could not go through a single hour without seeing the wonder that exists all around us. I challenge you to follows your nose, after declaring "I have something I must be doing," and not see the most mundane sights in a new, fantastic light.
There is one final moment of realisation that I must share with you, but please be aware, it is a doozy.
Everything around you has been on the same journey, that same straight line. You have been companions on this trip. And if you're lucky, you'll have many, many more moments of realisation.
All of that from a scent on the crisp spring air."