There are things that you have in your pointy little head sometimes that can’t be said in words. They are like the sparks of truth you find in dreams… they make no sense at all if you take them out of the theater that plays in your head and shine the light of actual day upon them. They only have meaning inside your mind, where it is dark and safe and ideas percolate, breed, and become dangerous. There is enough magic in dreams to solve the world’s problems. And yet, if try to take it out into the real world to use it, it evaporates and becomes a pointless silly pile of goofiness.
Case in point, in dreams it is marvelously wonderful to be naked in the jungle. Nothing between you and the raw nature around you. It works in dreams. It works when you read Rudyard Kipling’s The First Jungle Book. But in real life, the sun will burn you, the rats will chew your bare toes, and the mosquitoes will drink all your blood.
What viewed from the outside is irrational and unfathomable, makes perfect sense from the inside looking out. What do these words even mean? You must be asleep to really know. I speak of that inner knowing… that faith that resides deep down inside of all of us that we do have answers to the most terrifying questions of life. That sense that if you make the leap of faith, you will not fall… you will fly instead.
Case in point, people are not literally blue. But when you sleep, perchance to dream, it can seem the whole world is blue, and not just merely literally you. Blue skin, blue heart, blue eyes… It hurts to be alive. But if you are hurting, you have to believe you really are alive. The pain brings clarity, certainty… it is why you pinch yourself to wake yourself up from dreams.
I know this all sounds witless, rambling, and goofy, but that is the general point. The truth, if the truth exists, is found in rambling, witless and goofy.