On inspiration or how to look through windows in cars
My little daughter gets absorbed when she is in the car. If she isn’t watching a screen, she tends to get sleep easily, not after several minutes of silent and fixed contemplation.
Maybe she got it from me. When I take an Uber I tend to get absorbed in looking through the window, almost to the point to get sleep. Some kind of pre-hypnagogia.
When some awareness stays, I get inspired and try to take notes on what is on my mind. It’s difficult for me to write down on paper, but if I have a keyboard with me, I type my ideas while being in the flow.
In this sense, inspiration depends on the capacity to stay aware during absorption, to be a witness of your own absorption, daydreaming, imagination… Otherwise, you are just dreaming, ranting, raving. You may not even remember what was on your mind because you weren’t there.
Inspiration depends on your presence.
