These two things are interconnected, sort of, in that they are different aspects of a thought that has been bubbling away at the back of my mind for many years.
This first quote appeared on my facebook page today and it’s an interesting philosophical concept from a philosopher I’d never heard of before. Meinong’s jungle. Alexius Meinong was an Austrian philosopher, contemporary with Freud.
If you ask “Where are the non-existent objects?” the answer is, “Each in its own possible world.” The only trouble with that notorious thicket, Meinong’s jungle, is that it has not been zoned, plotted and divided into manageable lots, better known as possible worlds.
— Hintikka, Jaakko, The Logic of Epistemology and the Epistemology of Logic
Then, with that thought sort of still in mind, but also inspired by a poem someone else had posted on the Occasional Poems page I frequently contribute to, I wrote this:
The poems we write
are thoughts we think
expressed in words
writ down in ink
as brick by brick
and block by block
we’ve built the world
through which we walk
so poem by poem
we fill our shelves
with abstract essence
of ourselves
a new day dawns
and we will find
a brave new world
of many minds
which I kind of like. All for tonight.
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