A Society of Island Universes

Anna_Chromy_AloneAlone by Anna Chromy

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“We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves.”
― Aldous Huxley

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You ask this – You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick? as though you consider it to be an unusual experience, an anomaly in life, one which will probably never happen. But what if it did? you prompt, offering an amuse-bouche for the imagination. Imagine a life like this… but this is life.

We’re all exiles on private islands living on restricted diets, captives of others and ourselves. And others are catptives of ours and themselves, subsisting on an equally strict regimen.

 We all feel alone and hungry.

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“By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.”
― Aldous Huxley

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And we all eagerly search the horizon surrounding our island for a ship which will save us, rescue us from our private island, from solitude, from the gnawing of our internal yearning, that one person who will feed our cravings and make us feel less lonely.

Someone to love, to love us, to fill our lives and hearts until they overflow.

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“Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain.”

― Aldous Huxley

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Think of your favourite food…

… is it sweetness you long for? The gentle touch of a caring hand? The soft eyes of love watching you? The kiss of kind words? The delicate ear to hear your story?

… is it salty? The zing of interest? The playful interaction? The sting of fun and frivolity?

… spice? A lively moment? An intense interaction? An awakening of the very tips of your nerves and your senses come alive?

… starchy? Safety, comfort, and relaxing? A slowing of time until now is all there is and now is good?

What’s your flavour… and what does it mean beneath its exterior?

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“All that the conscious ego can do is to formulate wishes, which are then carried out by forces which it controls very little and understands not at all.”
― Aldous Huxley

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Think of your idea of a private island…

… is it a tropical paradise? The warmth of the Sun, its rays paying attention to you, caressing your body with its eyes, a spotlight on your face, on you – it sees you and you are who it wants to see?

… is it a stormy fortress? The sturm and drang protecting you, keeping the world at bay, and only the worthy can find safe haven with you, but first they must run a gauntlet of rocks, reefs and certain death?

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“The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone.”

― Aldous Huxley

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… is it in the centre of the world or at the edge of it? In the hubbub or far from it all? Populated or uninhabited except by those you deem worthy to be there, those you wish were there… or by those who you wish were not there?

… is it a treasure island? A chateau d’if? A devil’s island? An island of lost souls? An island of doctor moreau? A monte cristo? A pleasure island? An desert or dessert island?

And who is your captor? A prince or princess charming, keeping you safe for them? A witch or a warlock, keeping you all for them? A crowd of lovers or haters? Are you envied or adored by them? An idol or a sacrifice to them?

And who are you? A siren, a shipwrecked soul, a traveler, a wanderer, a hapless victim of circumstances or a pioneer seeking untamed and unclaimed territory?

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“Most lead lives at worst so painful, at best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principle appetites of the soul.”
― Aldous Huxley

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12 thoughts on “A Society of Island Universes

  1. Often at night I find myself hungry for sweetness. I know really it is the embrace of love I long for, but sometimes I have to get it from icecream (not too much) or from cuddling little Jasper my dog, I’ve been aware of this for some time now. I have a really close friend who experiences such hunger more for the spicy and that analogy makes sense to me when you wrote of what certain foods may represent.. I must share this with him….
    ❤ ❤ ❤

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    1. Our cravings are doorways into other things within. I recall many years ago reading something New Age about this, and thinking… Aha! So wanting apple pie isn’t about apple pie at all!

      Some cravings are simply the body needing a particular chemical, which it translates into something our mind understands, which is familiar – icecream may mean the body needs fat or calcium or something like that.

      Or they could be a longing for sweetness which isn’t food for the body but food for the heart, the soul 🙂

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  2. What I truly admire about your writing is the eclecticism 🙂 Such a broad range of perspectives … such a delving into and fluency with the far reaches of the mind … “interest in the ‘deeper issues of life” per astrologer John Addey.

    The asteroid Urania was 10°51’ Virgo, retrograde, on Jan 7, 1969 (conjunct your Moon and Ascendant): . http://www.zanestein.com/urania.htm

    As for the Pluto brothers, I read that article in 2003 when it was published, and enjoyed the refresher. Thank you :).

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    1. Thank you very much 🙂

      Food is food on so many levels and through enjoying and sharing it together we get to know each other better, and a sated stomach creates a pleasant environment!

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  3. 2/16 she said, “I’m here now. Then I’m gone. Once I’m gone… I’m all gone. I won’t know that I once was. I won’t care that I once was and cared about being. I will disintegrate into atoms which will dissipate and gather with other atoms elsewhere and create another someone or something which will be for a while and then not be anymore, and so it goes.”

    “Poof!” atoms coalesce … islands of atoms … non-occupied non-islands … poof!

    “The best day of my life — my rebirthday, so to speak — was when I found I had no head. This is not a literary gambit, a witticism designed to arouse interest at any cost. I mean it in all seriousness: I have no head.” Douglas Harding

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