The Dreams of Rocks

You may not dream, but you do not dream of nothing, for that is consigned to the dreams of rocks. To think of nothing, you must have an idea about nothing, and an idea is not nothing. And where exactly is that idea held? Some would say that the very idea that you can hold an idea is a demonstration of the existence of your being. And where does this idea go when you are not actively holding it? Do you tuck it away in a corner of your being when you’re not actively holding it? Or is that just the memory of an idea? And do you truly create an idea? Do you create anything? Or do you just rearrange things that already are in slightly new ways? And when you share an idea with someone, do they hold the same idea, or do they make their own copy? Or annotate the idea in their own unique way? And what happens when you leave? Do you carry the idea with you, or is it still there? Or maybe the idea “is”, and you just tap into it, connect to it, associate your being with it. But that can’t be. For an idea doesn’t have being, rather, a being has ideas. Unless there is a being that the idea belongs to. Now that is an interesting idea. The early Greeks penned, “In him we live and move and have our being.” They referred to Zeus, But perhaps they were closer to the truth than they realized. Where were you, before you were a being? Were you an idea? When your mother joined her idea bean to your father’s idea bean, At what point did you transition from bean to being? Again, do we really create anything, or are we just putting existing things together in different ways? Someone else’s creation... In Him, we live and move and have our being. That’s an idea worth mulling over my morning bean.