Mind is Master?

We’re often asked to decide whether we are driven more by our minds or our hearts, by rationality or instinct.  There was a time when I would have said that I was driven primarily by my mind.  Now, I recognise that very few people can live up to that claim, and those that can are seldom happy folk.  Rational thought has its place, of course, but it should never function in isolation!

Creativity is a function of both imagination and rationality, the first providing the concept, the spark, and the second enabling the translation of the abstract into a concrete form.  It should encompass our totality in the sense of drawing on all the aspects of thought we are capable of, according to need.  This takes place most commonly in writing and art, both of which are barren when without any emotional content.  Presenting only the rational will offer the world only a cold desert.

One area where Mind can definitely prove to be master is in our need to create.  We can, and often do, suffer surprisingly powerful torment when we defy the drive to be creative.  Personally, I used to experience migraines when I resisted putting aside time for writing.  Now, I’m more likely to become depressed and irritable.  By obeying the drive, we are spared these torments.  It is perfectly logical.  If we are hungry, we eat.  If we are thirsty, we drink.  If we are tired, we rest.  In creativity, if the spark is struck, we should act on it.  It is only sensible.

~ Steve

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About Steve

An author since the age of 13 years, writing again dominates my activities. My "Imagineer-ing" blog is my primary site. Also: Beginner knitter since November 2010. Favourite knitting techniques: cable and lace. Beginner cross stitcher. Beginner jewellery maker. With the promotion of self publication and all the other work that has been going on here, Dad decided around 2am this morning (22/11/2013) that it was time to begin his next adventure. He was seen off earlier the previous evening by myself, my brother, my sister in law, and my sister, as well as his wife (our mum), and an enigmatic being known only as A Lorraine. After this time of story telling, laughing, crying, joking and mickey taking, we saw how tired both mum and dad were, and we decided to leave them under the (sometimes) gentle care of The Lorraine. When Dad found the timetable for his travels, he let Mum know gently, which woke her from her drowsing, then, with the same gentleness he showed in this universe, he boarded his favourite mode of transport, the Interdimensional Steam Train, and set off with a smile and a wave. For those of us closest, that smile was a reminder that his pain has ended, and the wave, an indicator that he will pop in to all those that knew him, from time to time. Usually at the most inconvenient and in opportune moments he can. While we are sad that he is no longer here, we are happy he now has no pain, and is experiencing more extraordinary things that his writers mind will be frantically weaving into a new story. Posted by Son Damien

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