A totally intellectual life. Would scare me. Would make me
despondent. Therefore, I branch out. Into non-intellectual pursuits. And allow
irrational, but relatively happy
unscientific presumptions to creep in.
Through my fertile imagination. I am able to accept certain premises.
Without any proof, intellectually speaking.
For instance, I force myself to believe. In the existence of a totally
non-physical spiritual realm. Where one is fully alive and conscious. It’s a
case of believing what I want to believe. Even if my brainy-based common sense tells me otherwise. I allow my
emotional desires to hold sway. For the purpose of creating a reality that I
find acceptable. That is, if I were my own creator. Yes, that’s the intricate
way my mind operates. --Jim Broede
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