First Awakening - Acrylic on Canvas.
I was sitting in my bed late one night about to fall asleep, when out of no-where I had a shot of inspiration. I feverishly wrote down a list of thoughts that had been swirling around in my head for the last week:
If there is a speed of sound and a speed of light, then what is the speed of thought?
How fast do ideas bounce around in a brain?
What is thought anyway?
Am I the one thinking up the ideas or do they just come to me?
Are ideas limited to the mind or are they their own thing?
Which came first, the idea of life or life itself?
Does consciousness exist outside of material reality?
On and on my mind raced as my curiosity exploded into a million questions. I was no longer satisfied with what I had been told and learnt from my education - it seemed everything was up for question. Fact just became an obstacle to my curiosity, reason was just a small barrier on my way to enlightenment. Nothing made sense when everything was up for debate - and debate I did, as my mind raced on till the early hours of the morning.
If there is a speed of sound and a speed of light, then what is the speed of thought?
How fast do ideas bounce around in a brain?
What is thought anyway?
Am I the one thinking up the ideas or do they just come to me?
Are ideas limited to the mind or are they their own thing?
Which came first, the idea of life or life itself?
Does consciousness exist outside of material reality?
On and on my mind raced as my curiosity exploded into a million questions. I was no longer satisfied with what I had been told and learnt from my education - it seemed everything was up for question. Fact just became an obstacle to my curiosity, reason was just a small barrier on my way to enlightenment. Nothing made sense when everything was up for debate - and debate I did, as my mind raced on till the early hours of the morning.
