There are at least two times a week the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig gets opened with the first spotted word reflected upon. It gets you thinking outside the box. It can give meaning to reality. Or non reality. Or bits of both.

This morning ‘Nyctous’ was the word. Here in the photograph above is the meaning.

Yes. It is often the case where these episodes of middle of night wakefulness occurs. The twilight hours are wonderfully calming. Indoors with subdued lighting and the quiet simplicity of actually nothing disturbing the air. Sit, close eyes and breathe. The outside ambience? Not so much so. Spooky noises do not lead to imaginings. The eyes simply see shapes within the shadows. And those shadows are numerous when there are no limits to space. Something out there that senses your presence wants to travel the width of woodland to check you out. You can’t imagine what it could be. So, no fear of the unknown envelops. In the mind nothing to imagine. Outside in the World’s arena and outside the mind…..nothing there in the darkness either.

Imagery? For myself, it doesn’t exist in that ‘stripped down to a simple black box, open to be whatever you want it to be’ at all. The blackness exists permanently. The need for invention lay outside visions that you can produce one after the other or layer upon layer within that black box. Visions, of any form, don’t exist.

Try this. Shut your eyes. Relax. Imagine a tree. Let it develop into the most wonderful tree you have ever seen. Colours bright and rich. Can you add anything? Does a river run next to it? Keeping the tree in the vision. Put the river running in the direction of a small wooden rickety bridge. Is a leaf floating downstream? To disappear under the bridge?

I can’t do that. I simply see that black box. Nothing else can be imagined. Not the tree. Not a leaf or twig. Nothing. A simple black canvas upon shutting the eyes.

So although ‘Nyctous’ can be, and actually is, enjoyed by experiencing the quiet of twilight, it does not allow the mind’s visions to run riot at all. I require that laptop, iPad, a book, pens and paper to allow the mind to believe other stories do exist. Words produce no imagery. So reading for the joy of the meaning and the rhythms of the words is what rocks the boat. That is why poetry and prose, for reading out loud, is so treasured. And that is why a busy visual room, such as ‘The Den’ here, is so important too. Stimulates the senses. Also. What I put into the individual boxes on the shelves to house specific items are forgotten quite quickly. I have to rote learn to identify what is within each one over and over.

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