The Realm Of Belief

Looking through books, the words of artfully spun fiction, of fantasy, of imagination. Worlds of undiscovered minds; Universes of everything, anything, that the writer could think of. And interpreted through our own brains, like a filter. Each story a different place inside us.

Oh, the multitude of wondrous places in ourselves! Hundreds, thousands, millions, an infinity of realms, just waiting to be awakened by those precious, golden sentences!

But to imagine, we must have believed, perhaps even for a silvery second. That single, child-like beauty of doubtlessness, brought out in our souls, shaken out by others with their scratches upon a page, their heart-wrenching acts on a stage, their seemingly magical sleight-of-hand. Effortless, yet agonising: that is how we imagine, and thus believe.

How mysterious does the human mind work! Trusting in the most innocent manner our own delirious daydreams! How naive, how beautiful!

It is art - Life does not simply imitate Art (notice how these words are capitalised, for they are Important), but simply Is Art. The Earth of green and blue; Distant nebulae of the finest silver; Human life itself of an iridescent shimmer; All strokes of a Master Creator that many believe and even wholeheartedly give ourselves over to, and this is called Religion, which is based upon BELIEF!

To be real is to be believed in - to believe that yes, we exist, we have a meaning, we are not phantoms of an insane creature! Belief is key to Being!

Suspension of Disbelief: merely a fancy term for a simple, but elaborate, word that I have stressed so much! Belief! And I truly Believe that we have a meaning! That we have to Believe in order to Live! And this cannot be done without, else we are deemed inhuman, even non-existent.

Look at our childhood reveries of unicorns, superheroes, magic! This is all belief! How we visualise, and sigh over, and exclaim excitedly, about our own deliriums! 

We all have our own Suspensions Of Disbelief. And I feel, I Know, that we have to retain this beautiful thing, so often seen and felt, yet taken for granted.

Ending this off with a quote: So now you must choose... Are you a child who has not yet become world-weary? Or are you a philosopher who will vow never to become so? To children, the world and everything in it is new, something that gives rise to astonishment. It is not like that for adults. Most adults accept the world as a matter of course. 

This is from the beautiful work of literature, Sophie's World by Jostein Gaardner. We may soon grow world-weary as we plod on through life sedately, and lose this gift of Belief. Maybe you already have. Maybe we wouldn't even notice it.

Don't lose it.

Believe.

Live.