I don’t know if this is an accurate description for everyone, but sometimes when ideas come to mind, the kind of ideas that are unlike anything I’ve ever heard of before, it feels as if they are whispered to me from some kind of voice. As if the idea itself is a gift… Something that has always existed, maybe represented symbolically in the world around me, but never in it’s final form… Never in English, never in a waveform… It’s always been there, but suddenly, I see it so vividly and clearly, as if the idea is spoken directly to me… Freely… “Do with it what you will.” My ideas feel as if they come to me in a language that I could never learn, but have always understood. I have to translate them to bring them into this world… If I don’t, they’ll fade. If I don’t, I’ll lose them, and so will the world. Maybe our ideas are just interpretations of the Universe’s language, the Language of Creation?
I’m looking for some really philosophical-type responses in the comments… or you can just say, “Dude, you’re weird”. haha I like that too.
– Tommy Maverick