Imitation, the grain of the imagination, the thread between soul play and the demonstration of one's shared existence.

We mark our identity in repetitive bodily laws that are objectively for more eyes than our own. We are bounded by the solo principle, in that we must pass through this world by ourselves and with ourselves only, seeking refuge under the governance of such a reality. Love lies here, true comradery, the knowledge that is fostered in these quiet, obvious laws leading us to reason and justify our reasons to live in harmony with one another, by whatever this gift of life demands in us to see and believe, hear and feel.

 It could be said with seriousness that the greatest law of life is the imitation principle, that everything must be imitating one another for it to pass itself as something that is both happening and will be happening further once all that happens ceases to happen for that section of momentary timing, history, future, the past, and present. Like nature, human beings have imitated one another since time immemorial. Imitation has always been and will be the fundamental groundwork of a culture. It is through the process of imitation that we understand our instincts, drives, experiences, values, and history, even the catastrophes that hang amongst the winds of our inner mountain ranges. The process of imitation is the driving spirit of man; he depends upon it. From his core, he is imitating not only himself, his ancestors, his local communities, his partner, his future self, and the indoctrination of the society that captures his soul as it flickers on and off, between beats of a vast drum, he moves through these rhythms and localities in isolated synchronicity. There is no way around this law; we must practice before we preach, though we preach before we practice, vice versa.

I have always found these dynamics to be contradictory. On one hand, I must speak stupid things in order to stop speaking stupid things, and I must endure hardships willingly to demonstrate my strength for my conscience to keep away from me. What is said through the combination of body language and through language is the articulation of that which had no form. The form needed not to be physical due to the presence of mind. Interestingly, when that thing which had been brought into language expression was said and spoken outwardly in practical maneuverability, that thing became an imitation of that which had no form. A thought is formless; it can be multiple things at multiple times, in multiple time frames, all of which seek an entrance into consciousness only if one permits it entrance into their own sphere of judgment, awareness, and finite temperance. However, the use of language must be accompanied by the movement of the body for the expression of that first formless thing to be considered true or false. Everyone knows when an individual is lying and being deceptive to himself or others; it can be made clear by judging their body movements, reactions, and gestures. We sense something to be 'off' about such a person. This is the grading we place upon incorrectly and correctly aligned imitation, and thus we value imitation to be the practice of the ultimate thing of truth. The ultimate thing of truth here could be the truth of one's experience, "I am that which is eternally happening," or "I am the thing that rotates around the stars and the moon and the planets just as the earth is rotating through space-time." The confirmation of this entity could be at the depth of this process of imitation.

One is imitating oneself quietly. When we say we are being spontaneous, this too makes little sense since all that is happening through the individual as a chord of nature is that which is happening and is meant to happen when everything from his imitation is imitating that which is imitating another process. It is cyclical, and the antidote to turmoil within this is to sit in silence. It is as if we have a set of laws and equations that take place within us and direct us to move them out from within and be placed amongst the material reality using the objects of the material world as things that allow us to be stable, standing upright, lying down, or sitting comfortably. We use the material world to keep us upright and maintain our body composure to engage with the imitation of the spirit within.

This spirit within, we like to name it many things. Intellectually, we call it a combination of psychic entities that are merging together and separating across time. We say in simple common speech "I" or "myself." In more ripened scenarios, we say it's the universe working through me, or I have asked for the universe to work its wonder in my life. The hard-hitting atheist scientists see this spirit as the coordination of a very alive and powerful collection of systems working together simultaneously. I address myself as if I am more than systems. I speak about myself as something greater than a slave to my biological wiring. I carry myself as something that is not the correlation of systems and culture. I move through the world as more than a chord of life.

I feel the sunshine on my face. I see that it lights up my hands, and I begin to imitate my own understanding of sunlight on my face and on my hands. How can I imitate the sunlight? I can never be it, but I can imitate the factual presence of it. Its appearance and identity at that moment are that it has lit up my hands, it made them brighter, and it made my face bright with a warm feeling running over it. This is a fact. In that moment, I was touched by the sunlight, and it changed my course of direction. It altered my experience with reality. I no longer saw my hand darkened by the normal color tones of the day; I was brighter, and this generated different thoughts and new modes of action for me. I could say I imitated the sunlight. I could say that my mood changed because I was lighter and the sun lit up my world. I could also say that it is impossible to imitate the sun, but in the aftermath of the sun radiating upon my world, it had made a bargain for me to act differently. I understood that the style I was carrying myself with before was not as good as the option I have to carry myself with now. I began to act differently, following a different script from the synthesis between the reality's contents, body movement, and thought pattern connection. This type of speculation and understanding can only arise from a memory, something that has passed. I am conscious of the here and now, but as I do certain activities through my day, once I quieten down and then, in reflection, I notice that I am reflecting in the past about the past, and I find the past that happened before the most recent past was at the core an imitation of that past before the past had passed.

This has led me to believe that my thoughts are in synchronicity with the present and the past, but since we consider the past to be so vast—for example, everything I do in the moment goes straight into the past, and yet my consciousness is aware of it all at once—I am separated between different time frames but have lost nothing in the process. Simply, I am engaging in the present moment. I can be aware of my unconscious drives whilst maintaining a conscious demonstration of those drives. Yet, I can free myself from this script that I see take place prior to acting. I know I want to stand. I know I raise my legs to stand. I know where to walk and move, and I can do all of this with my eyes closed if needed. At our core is a script. It is a script that has been prewritten before we conclude to make judgments on something. We have already agreed to do many things prior to them happening, and so the process of imitation in its essence is the language of the unconscious. This is where I want to make an inquiry into the unconscious as a thing which tailors our lives and yet does not abide by the laws of logic or reason.

Let me paint a scenario for how our drives and causes for emotional expression may appear. This outline touches on the randomness of our beings. We often paint the divide between what is good and what is evil within us. Yet, the religious, spiritual domain at the depth of our experience is real, and on the front, the reasons that contribute to certain episodes of emotional expression are random when looked at from the lens of something as common as speech. If someone were to ask, "What is the reason you acted this way?" We often turn to the wrong location, but I am outlining the depth of our randomness at the bottom of our emotional disbalance.

 Perception, the process of gathering information with the unconscious, is that everything that is processed must move somewhere. If I see the daylight in the world, perhaps my reason to be aggressive to someone that day was because there wasn't enough daylight during my day, combined with perhaps not listening to enough jazz music last week. These are my reasons to punish someone in public, or be aggressive to them, or foul. Not because I am depressed, or a nasty person, but because the day wasn't bright enough and the jazz music wasn't listened to enough. Now, what is the significance of the daylight and jazz music as separate things? I find something of meaning in the two; they provide me tools and movements to engage with a better form of imitation.

This is where the most ridiculous of things emerge.

It is the presence of something of meaning that is imitating a mode of performance to myself, which I then let possess me and, in retaliation, under the guise and electricity of its possession, I then imitate that very process out amongst the material world. The description of such a thing is where language ceases to make sense for one's own understanding, and thus the mode of understanding becomes strictly private and intuitive, meaning whatever becomes understood to the individual may not be articulated to another in the manner it was understood firstly. In a simple format, the thing I am imitating at its core is an allegory, a story narrative that encodes within it bodily movements, gestures, facial expressions, body temperatures, sensations, and sense intimacy—all encoded within the thing that presents itself to me, tailored to me, through universal application I know is applicable to everyone. In this instance, and from my own experience as I cannot speak for others, this narrative allegory is tailored to my body, its systems, my personality, my spirit, and my potential evolution.

 If I am to approach it with caution and to take it apart, it begins as a revelation in thought about oneself. It further extends, and then I understand it to be a pattern of behaviour that is subordinate to my current improvisation. Meaning that, whilst I am engaging with some social event or quietly completing a task or doing an activity, with a quietened mind in a subtle meditative interplay with reality, these knowledge patterns emerge to me as if I have stopped my mind from performing its natural function by simply becoming aware of it. Me becoming aware of this thing for a brief moment gives me feelings of excitement, understanding, harmony, peace, and fascination, and in the event of all of this, it slides away and the extension of the experience is reduced.

 This is a conflict between two states of personality: the present personality and the future one. By future, I do not mean entirely ten or fifteen years away, I mean seconds away, minutes away, the self that is there within 30 seconds. Because change is permanently happening every second, everything could be brand new; one moment from the next, there is an option for things to be different, totally different if one commits to this pressure of movement into the unknowing future position. And there are also other pathways, comforting pathways that are considered familiar. Turning yourself to total exposure to randomness and a series of events that are the result of a submission to one's mind activity is where you will enter.

 This is the area of unconscious and conscious awareness. The two personality states are always wired to be whole and combined together, but the contents of the future personality are the manifestation and workload that is coming from unconscious future states. Insofar as we can only ever be aware of so much in the present moment, unconsciousness is always present and always happening. Everything in the awareness of the current present moment you may tick off and entertain, but it is not possible to be aware of all the other fragmented bits of information that slide off into this large cave. Inside, every bit of information you do not pay attention to or you do not classify as being of any value or significance to your life whilst you pursue your daily routines, or perhaps enter into daydreaming worlds or simple speculation on meaningful events or future navigation plans, combines into what appears only as ever an allegory, and thus this is translated into an allegory when it reaches your conscious awareness from quieting down the mind and letting its activity enter into conscious awareness. The allegory is of course difficult to understand since it is poetic, and randomness is its pathway of expression. Itself is an accumulation of daily cinema reels and scenes that have encoded within them motivations and inspirations which you could harness to evolve presently.

 However, after looking into the depth of it, it brings with it a code of bodily adjustment that holds pressure within the fibers of the muscles, within the tissues, and the veins. It is not possible to apply this knowledge to something scientifically factual as this combines the esoteric and solitary intuitive relationship one has with one's experience, and it does not maintain laws of logic. The validity of this in daily life is that it is the source of all experience. We often ponder and wonder why thoughts pop into our heads at the most tailored and most suited of times, and on the contrary, the most unfortunate of times. There is a large record that is creeping into the present realm of our awareness at every single moment, and the conscious personality is directed by it in ways that appear to the individual in his conscious realm as something that is absurd and known as 'Human nature' or 'silly' thoughts. If extended robustly, it will appear within the religious realm.

 For example, the senses, the sounds of the reality, the colors of the world, the weight that follows from movement across the air of oneself, and others and objects in the air, the wind and the functions of nature are bits of information that we do not pay attention to when we are focused on a specific thing of value. In this manner, the unconscious doesn't require values to be given back to one. It is rather a mixture of interference that is diverged whilst one is engaged with their value task at hand. In this manner, the information from all of the reality's contents is collected and directed back upon the individual whilst they are within their value task. This encapsulated combination produces a narrative which is tailored to the individual's possibility. By possibility, I mean the passivity of infinite experience available to that individual in that moment. If one is in a room that has a TV, a sofa, a chess board, a whiskey bar cart, a dart board, all of these options that one has ignored to complete their value task, the possibility of all other activities available produce instincts within us which we name, distractions and things that may lead to procrastination.

 Yet, the friction that is generated when completing the value task and avoiding these other possible experiences leads to a whole location of personality that wants to evolve through experience. It wants to engage with reality to develop muscle memory of experience, that is essentially carving the soul through engaging with the material world. This goes further; this personality available is not something that can be spoken to in language. It is something presently alive, and its foundations are not bound by rationality or, in simple terms, explanation. If I am to state, for sake of argument, that it is the soul's inner child that seizes the moment through exuberance and endless desire for experience, then I am applying a logical stance towards it. As I make this claim now, it is neither an objective truth nor speculation. It exists beyond rationality, and it exists beyond the intellectual capacity in time and it is not bound by our third-dimensional favors. It is something that wants to roam onto the material world freely without laws that we apply to our conscious personalities, perhaps because it is crafted by randomness, spontaneous mixtures of imitations of sounds and colors. It is, in essence, a mélange of infinite consciousness, a conglomeration of entities that are generated from every conscious living species combining their essences together under the rule of eternal life.

 The psychic power that lies behind such a truth ensnares everything that exists at the same time to be functional at the same time. There is neither a pause before nor a moment afterward that one can notice and claim to notice, for it passes and evolves into something enhancing towards the rules and laws of the universe and its inhabitants. Since we find ourselves as the inhabitants by law of this principle, whatever we presume and claim to approach with language defeats the very essence of its ability to become something that which has already become. Therefore, we may never escape the confinements of ourselves because we are truly limited in every area. It is as if we have been made in perfection but have had something removed from our DNA.