The World is all Sci-fi!!

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It seems to me that the driving force behind all technological and scientific development, as well as design, is imagination. Once something has been imagined by a human mind it inspires people to make it real.

The early Sci-fi writers described future worlds with sleek modernistic vehicles and spacecraft. They had descriptions of futuristic cities and travel between planets. In Sci-fi stories craft could journey faster than the speed of light, there were parallel worlds and different dimensions and universes. You could even travel through time.

Once the ideas have been invented human minds start working on them.

These days we live in the world that has been created by the ideas imagined in Sci-fi novels. The views of those early Sci-fi writers have been realised in the architecture and design of cars, in clothing and in materials used.

We have a a world revolving around computers, robots, satellites, mobile phones and rockets. We have been to the moon and are planning trips to the planets.

We have nuclear energy, supersonic planes and bullet trains.

Our physicists have discovered black holes, quasars and quantum. Polyverses are a real possibility and folds in space may enable faster than light travel.

We live in a world that people a hundred years ago would have considered impossible science fiction fantasy. If someone from 1900 was to come into our time they would be amazed. Our gadgetry would astound them.

It is quite likely that in another hundred years time many other Sci-fi ‘ideas’ might become reality. Perhaps advances in physics will enable us to journey through time or out to distant galaxies? Perhaps nanotechnology will alter engineering and A/I will have ushered in a new era of self-driven vehicles?

The world of the future will increasingly look like the descriptions in Sci-fi books.

I would suggest that it is the Sci-fi writers who have made it possible. They inserted the seeds of possibility.

If someone can imagine it then somebody else will eventually make it happen.

Demons and Gods

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Demons and Gods

There’s a demon and a god

                An elf, ogre, dragon and a gnome,

All out of

                Our imagination.

We made them real,

Set them free,

                                To roam and rampage

All around our nation.

Sucked out of nothing,

                To terrify,

                                We placed gods in the sky,

To spread

                The all-time greatest lie.

To help us believe

                We live forever.

Created, not evolved

                And oh so very clever.

Unfortunately, it’s not true

                Another power game

To control

                Me and you.

Opher – 25.6.2022

As an antitheist I see religion as a power-structure. Right from its earliest inception in prehistory it gave power to the shaman.

The shaman communed with the spirits and brought back knowledge. Or did he?

The shaman created complex rituals and rites that gave belief and assurance to the tribe. Or did he?

The rain dances, hunting rituals, news from the afterlife – all just an elaborate hoax to gain power and control?

The most important person in the tribe – vying with the chief.

We created gods of suns, of rocks and trees. We created afterlives full of reward and punishment. The greatest crime was not to believe.

Religion preyed upon our fears – fear of death, fear of disease, fear of hunger, thirst and defeat. It offered answers to the eternal questions – what is this universe? What are we? What is reality? What is after death?

Religions came and went. Sacrifices were exacted. Blessings given.

When things went wrong it was always because the people had strayed from the path – time for more stringent worship. When things went right it was the power of prayer and ritual that appeased god.

Then came science to challenge superstition and explain the universe.

We discovered heaven was not above the sky. Hell was not below. The universe did not revolve around the earth. The sun was not a god.

But people are still superstitious. They need a crutch.

We need ritual and prayer. It’s a comfort.

Pretending to be real

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Pretending to be real

Only existing as electricity

Pulsing in patterns,

Responding to stimuli,

Pretending to be real.

We are a flow of energy,

Bursts of ions

Flooding circuits.

A kaleidoscope

Of fabricated feelings.

Nothing more.

Sight and sound,

Touch, taste and feel,

All an illusion,

A construct,

Connected to the world

Yet not

Capturing its true essence.

Only a pale impression

Imprinted

On the cortex

Of our imagination.

Opher – 10.12.2022

The world we see is far from real.

We have five senses that respond to a limited number of energies. They send electric pulses back to our brains. Our brains receive bursts of electricity, interpret the patterns and builds pictures in our heads of the world outside.

The world is nothing more than a construct of our imagination. It is not real.

If we had more senses to see other energies we would see a different world.

If we rigged our brains up to electric patterns it would create different images.

It is not real.

We each live in a universe of our own creation. It’s electric patterns in our brain, nothing more.

Poetry – Propagation Unit

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Propagation Unit

Inside my head’s a propagation unit

Nourished with organic ideas.

I feed in the basic principles

And lo – a story appears!

It churns away, creating for fun.

All I have to do is let it run.

Out of the simplest seeds

It ponders and then proceeds.

But I can’t stop it.

It’s out of control!

There’s no off switch!

It continues to roll!

It is great to constantly harvest

All its varied fruit.

But I need something more practical

Or I’ll end up destitute.

My propagation unit will not rest

It seems to think it’s for the best.

I find myself scribbling to keep up

As it constantly fills up my cup!

But I’ll other things to do –

To ring the kids and clean the loo!

So I’m going to take my wondrous machine in hand!

Constant obsession will be banned!

I will demand that it performs at a convenient time!

The middle of the night is simply a crime!

It sits in there and with electricity glistens!

The trouble is that it never listens!

Opher 12.10.2019

I sometimes wonder about the creative process; where do all the ideas come from?

I have trouble keeping up with it.

Poetry – Imagination

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Imagination

Today I imagined my life

And it was real.

Today I imagined this poem

And it was real.

Tomorrow I’m going to imagine a whole new universe!

Opher – 5.1.2019

No progress is possible without imagination. Because of our imagination all things are possible. We even invent ourselves.

Poetry – Reflectin’

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Reflectin’

The sun is at its lowest ebb.

The fire roars.

The mulled wine flows

And laughter resounds

With friends and family.

A time to reflect on life –

On a year that has gone.

A time to assess,

And a time to look ahead

To what is to come

With new resolve.

Out of the ashes

Of what might have been

Comes the phoenix

Of new possibilities.

If one is clear-sighted enough

To learn from ones mistakes

And take those lessons forward.

In the flickering flames

Of the dying fire

Are forged new ideas

And the determination

To make them real.

Opher 24.12.2018

Sometimes, on a winter’s night, it is good to sit in front of the last remains of the fire, to feel its glow, watch the last flames licking, and think. There is a mesmerizing hypnotism to a fire. It draws on in and allows great introspection.

What new resolve is forged in those flames?

Poetry – Imagination

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Imagination

Today I imagined my life

And it was real.

Today I imagined this poem

And it was real.

Tomorrow I’m going to imagine a whole new universe!

Opher – 5.1.2019

No progress is possible without imagination. Because of our imagination all things are possible. We even invent ourselves.

Satan

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The fictions we humans create out of our imaginations.

Poetry – A Writer

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A Writer

I chase dreams

Through the worlds of my mind.

I pluck stories

From the vines that I find.

I paint pictures

On the fabric of the air.

Thoughts are my brushes,

Paper is my outlet.

Words are my paint,

Ideas are my palette.

The visions I produce are real.

They live and breathe and play.

I set them in motion

Each and every day.

I arrange the words like puzzles;

Each where it should be.

I bring them to life

And then I set them free.

Opher 16.7.2015

A Writer

I sit in front of a blank screen and allow my mind to work. Sometimes sparked by a story, a newsflash or a thought the emotions, feelings, tales and pictures flow. Out of the void the ideas rush and coalesce into substance.

Holding an idea in my head I craft it into shape – a short piece? A novel? It will grow and form and takes its form. I merely pluck it from the void and breathe fire into its veins. It takes over and directs me.

My task is to find the words to paint the scenes, tell the story, find the characters that inhabit it and bring it to life.

Who can tell?

Sometimes it is merely describing something we all have seen. At other times it is creating the impossible and imbuing it with belief.

I am a writer.

I paint another reality with words so that you can experience it too.

Poetry – DRAGON’S BREATH

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DRAGON’S BREATH

Feel the dragon in your blood

Breathe his fire upon your will

As we clothe ourselves

Beneath the covers of infinity

Damson blossom drifts across

The windows of our sill

While dappled ladies stroll

Beneath the Spring embellished trees

Whispering of what will be……….

I dream of fairy castles in the clouds

And unicorns to gambol in the mists of days to come

When sweet smiles adorn the silken lips

And all our days are one

Building for a life of wonder

Building for perfection

Step by step with progress slow

For our dreams require protection

Together we can haul ourselves

Up into the light

Together is much better

Than drowning in the fight

Feel the dragon’s breath in vein and brain

Providing strength to challenge mystery

With naked eyes we can see magic without lies

And our dragons become as real as history.

I feel the fire

Within my daydreams

Seeking tomorrow

On the edges and in the seams

With tools of magic to work the mystery

Nothing is as it seems

Opher 2.12.95

The universe is a majestic infinity of awe

The workings of galaxies and atoms are magic.

The incredible complexity of life is beautiful.

Science through her myriad instruments has revealed the wonders around us and opened our eyes. We are no longer bound by ignorance and superstition; we can gasp aloud.

The human mind is incredible; its imagination is unique. We delve mysteries to reveal the inner workings so that we can marvel even more. Our blood boils with desire to seek the truth. We have the strength of mythical dragons.

We have the boldness to delve.