...indeed, and most probably about so far too many things as to make the act of wondering itself to seem of little wonder.

The clever reader will by now have surmised the manic rant likely to follow, and will have wisely averted his/her eyes to soliloquies more sane. For the more masochistically inclined who persist, I will endeavor to elucidate with as little as possible of my customary obnoxiously oblique verbosity.

Lately I've been reminded of an English teacher, a million years ago, who indadvertantly changed my life by introducing the concept of suspending one's disbelief in order to participate in any fiction and be "entertained." For example, when you watch Dr Zchivago, you know full well that it is a made up thing, a story, and yet, at the end, when the Dr lies dying in the street, unseen by his long lost beloved only feet away on the trolley, you cry your eyes out every time. That's the suspension of disbelief, most simply described. Somehow, it vitalized my whole understanding and appreciation of the world of art.

But lately, I am ever fond of turning things around for another look. (So often, there are no sentries posted at the back door of an idea.) So, what about suspending one's beliefs where ever one finds them?

Sure it's uncomfortable at first; it's supposed to be. But relax,you can pick your belief up again later afterall, if it's really so good. But, for a while, can you suspend it? What do you see? I wonder.

Maybe I'm posting this here because I wonder if bipolar uniquely energizes the examination of belief. So many times I've seen mine crumble now, and amid such psychic violence. And so often the experience owes its origin to a blip in brain chemistry. Most often my beliefs have amounted to a wall I built as a defense against new information. What folly.

If I hold my beliefs rigidly, I suffer a kind of anihilation when they are assailed by painful revelation to the contrary. If I hold my beliefs more loosely, then my core is less shaken by the same assault of the truth. Assimilation is enhanced.

I find a sense of wonder to foster an endlessly revealing world/universe view to exactly the same extent to which I find that a belief inhibits that same revealing. By simply suspending my belief, I can seem to facilitate much.

Any thoughts?

Too abstract?

"Get the net" time?