Reality is inchoate

An early April sky amid the Chiltern Hills

Inchoate: not yet made complete, certain, or specific : not perfected: imperfectly formed or developed.

What we are accustomed to call “reality” is an interpreted reality, one which accords with a culture, and can be communicated in words, and shared. Our culture may assure us that reality is “rational”. What do we do with the perceptions, hints, feelings, that may move us greatly but which fail the rationality test?

This is no philosophical game, but my life-long quest. In poetry, it was the Romantics, or the mystics: in fiction and film, it was those works whose ambience were more significant than plot or character. In art as in life! for I have never been able to explain what I find most exciting & beautiful. This is what drives people to the arts and to religion and to creative pursuits.

Religions and arts and demigods and fairies and angels and auras and myths are all interpretations of aspects of reality – as are paranoid delusions on the dark side. The logicians and scientists and atheists and sceptics who deny that the “irrational” partakes of reality may be right or they may be robbing themselves. They may be justified in rejecting our interpretation, but shouldn’t try to deny our experience. And if of necessity I choose a ready-made interpretation of my inchoate reality, let me not fall under the sway of some tyrant or parasite who wants to put fear in my soul.

I have known miracles, angelic manifestations, premonitions, telepathic communications and irrational feelings galore. I have experienced what others might call the “love of God”, though there’s no way of knowing. But I don’t care to interpret, I prefer to enjoy.