By definition, any kind of addiction would seem to fit the bill!
To some the sight of bare flesh might be as appealing as the sight of a magnificent flower unfolding it's multicoloured petals.
Striptease does to senses what nature does to amygdalae.
If you are in search of a titillating content, sorry pal, ain't your page!
But wait, I think a context is required. Even for a visual stimulation, one has to know the meaning of what's happening(as in, the baring of the flesh or the unfolding of the petals), otherwise, it doesn't make sense.
Apart from that, a part of you has to covet it as well, only then can you appreciate it. Or maybe vice versa, you have to appreciate it to covet it! But then to appreciate it, you must have some traces of it inside you.
After all, like inspires like. And the more likeness you have with something, the more will it continue to inspire you, even unconsciously.
Stop.
Fix your frame. Frame of thought.
Inspiration isn't just a free flowing river of thoughts, there are nuggets of moments of inspiration too!
There are these moments that stick to you brain and appear like a flash of lightning.
You remember some and you laugh aloud alone.
You remember some and you are pained.
But mostly, when you remember some of those bygone days, it's good memories...
You feel closer to the people than you had ever felt in their proximity.
It's funny how it feels like, as if it was another you..and another time..and they were but another's acquaintances or someone else's friends. As if, you become merely a witness to all the rigmarole!
And you keep on building, building these quasi universes.
Maybe, if need be, you could jump right into a conversation in the past. You could calibrate to the exact right moment to appear right at the moment the joke was cracked!
Now, have you ever split into a roar of laughter with your friends remembering the exact same sequence of funny things/events as they occurred?
Nay, it's not time travel, it has a word in the physical world as it exists - collective memory. It's the stuff that links each one of us to the other, even centuries apart.
Because we make memories together, not only as friends or families but also as a race and as a species.
There's a lot said over the board about collectivism though, as if collective action of any kind, conscious (like a social revolution) or unconscious (like collective memory) was always supposed to be put down. Historically.
Even now, there's such a hue and cry on 'herd' mentality that some people are trying to invent a new way to breathe through either their kidneys or liver instead of lungs because c'mon..breathing through lungs is too generic!
Well, thousands of skilled workers produce special machines for specific kind of work. Thousands of revolutionaries push to bring truth and justice forward.
Each and every piece in the puzzle is unique but only together they make a puzzle.
A social revolution or industrial revolution makes sense only after the fact. Because, you can't make sense of a revolution by individual standalone protests or activities or inventions. The mayhem makes sense only collectively.
What's our best inspiration ever? It's us!
We are so much like each other that we can inspire nations to fight against its own citizens, because we think we had not been treated right.
We are so much like each other that we can inspire billions throughout the world to help someone a second mile when requested to help with just one, because we think we are all worth it.
After all, like inspires like, alike to the road of lostness or to the alley of salvation.
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