The Light

[greenstorm]

I made a movie about the end of the world
it was 12 seconds long and it didn't have a plot
it just happens
and that's why it's in black and white
the characters don't talk or move around
they just stare up at the sky, frozen
and the light, the light is numb, the light is off
the light is just a thumb nail sketch of god
god...
somewhere, someone is crying
the camera sweeps over a desolate street
holding a mother and her child
the kid is calm and she is shaking
the camera passes into the sun
come at last to be undone
panicking, she tries to run
the kid is calm
and then the credits roll
and every name is my name

(There are three or four "mystical states" I achieve regularly. One of them has started only recently, and it's where everything seems to be outlined in light, and light pours through it, and it comes right in through my skin, hits my brain directly... who was it that was talking about the research into the part of the brain that separates "me" from "everything else"? This isn't a full on world-on-my-skin experience, just beauty-through-it. Bah, dunno what I'm talking about. Felt it the other day during dinner with Mom. Anyhow.)

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[petter-haggholm.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't recall the specific studies anymore, but inducing a temporal lobe epilepsy (the temporal lobe being responsible for separating the I from the world, and the spatial sense in general) leads to a sense of being one with the universe; in one particularly interesting (or amusing) study, they induced this state in Buddhist monks and Catholic nuns, who reported that it was essentially the same state as that achieved by meditation.

I was never able to find the original article I read on the subject, but if you search Google for a few keywords from my amateur summary, you'll find quite a bit.

(I am not a biologist or neurologist; caveat lector.)