Hello and good question. We are hosting our first ever Philosophical Foxes hackathon next week. We’ll share more details soon. For now, here’s what you need to know:
You might be wondering: why should we care about the world of Dreams? Here is the answer, Fox: it is our history, even if we have forgotten it.
To understand what we mean, heed the vision of Picnic, Lightning. He saw something in his sleep that he wishes to tell you about.
Read on.
There was a time when Foxes dreamt.
Did you know that?
Perhaps you have not heard the stories.
When our ancestors closed their eyes, their vision
Did not empty as ours does now.
They saw more than black shadow.
To fall asleep was to voyage to another world.
A place in which the mind was not at rest but at play and
Our eyes wore no mask of darkness.
Sleep was a city of lights and wild visions illumined
across cerebrum and cerebellum,
And one fine scientist – we have forgotten her name now –
said that lightning passed back
And forth across the corpus callosum as if in constant
Dizzying dance and that if you cared to look
There was sense in the pattern.
You have heard too much of human dreams, perhaps.
I can tell you it was nothing like that.
Do you know that when the human dreams, they dream alone?
Every night, each one tumbles into private, separate fantasy which
Grades only slightly from the world of delusion.
Foxes dreamt together. Each evening we climbed
Out of our brains and into seven realms in which we
Found not only each other but every Fox that has
Ever-lived and will-ever live, and the boldest of those
That told these stories spoke of Foxes that cannot be
And belonged to separate, fractal realms
Beyond reason.
Last night, in my drab and artless sleep, I swear
I saw someone, something, some shape or form or
Silhouette – nothing more.
A wrinkle in the darkness.
When I woke this morning, I wondered
“Was that a dream – at least, the beginning of one?
Is this what it feels like to live with one’s eyes closed?”
Perhaps the visions we have lost across our generations
are simply waiting on the other side of that darkness,
Asking to be found.
I understand your laughter. Had you
Told me the same I would have chided you and perhaps
Smiled just as you are now. But I swear, my friend, I
Saw it. Pretend you believe me.
Pretend for just a moment.
What would it mean?*
– Picnic, Lightning (0, 0)