The Audience of the Self

I ran into a man one day at the grocery who went on a long rant concerning the product he handles. He was well informed about his job task and product, and flavored the information with his own personal opinion. When he finally came up for air, he apoligized. He said that he loved hearing himself talk. Afterall, he added, its quite hollow up there and the words bounce around like an echo that manifested in just the right conditions. It was an interesting justification for his long winded hue-man product presentation. From that moment to this one, there has been an occaision or two where the topic arose again - the adoration for hearing one’s own voice. One author suggested that humans write on blogs and really feel there are thousand of people reading. These two extreme views: the listening to one’s own voice and the sending out of a voice to any an ear which will listen brings to life the metaphoric experience of speaking to the audience of the self.

The beauty of hearing words escape the lips or find their way to a computer screen and file, that do not seem to belong to the brain we call our own, is admittingly delightful. The book knowledge psychologist, might wish to place this phenomenon in his folder of multiple personalities, but, to believe so, will deny him the awe of hearing his own soul voice in this life.

What of the muse who writes profound novels, and the artist within who sees the world from a very unique perspective, whose hands oblidge him in bringing transliterations of abstract reality into the world of images? Those who indulge in multi-dimensional speak tend to often look back with some sort of awe at some point, thinking, “I did this? I wrote this?” Yes, the psychiatrist doesn’t understand when such entities, like the soul, speak to self. Automatic writers also await their day to no longer be called cohorts of demons. 

What of these writings of words which speak to the ear that is talking? The writings, the songs, the voice, the thoughts, the visions, the dreams, and the ideas heard by the audience of the self are a living metaphor of a very wise, sane and phenomenal dialogue. Between the personal inner glee and thee?