Fantasy, Soul, and the Next Dimension

I feel that in our studies of writing small, the material presented is all connected by the theme of a fantasy. Perhaps the smallest writing is done in the comfort and safety of our own brains. Beyond writing, we can create our own worlds in our minds, thousands of tiny realities that exist only when we tell them to. They follow the rules we give them, and we can change those as we please. It’s strange that we tend to break only one rule at a time. Donald Duck allowed himself to be out of scale to his perfect little world, but was offended by the tree that was proportionate to him. He bent the rules for himself, but nothing else. He even pretended that he fit into that world as a tiny milkman, but then broke the rule again to play the weatherman.
Fantasies also connect into the higher dimensions. It seems that the upper dimensions are defined by all possible existences and universes, just as if one were to combine all the fantasies ever had. I guess that the dimensions are limited by our imaginations. Expanded dimensions result when we imagine possible imaginations. It’s not so easy to imagine imaginations, and therein lays the Pataphor. Translate the saying “think outside of the box” to mean “think in the next dimension,” or “think through the box,” or “think of the other boxes.” By going outside the 3D box, one must enter the higher planes of the fourth dimension, just as the unaware flat and entered the third dimension by walking in a loop. That movie really has me thinking.
Are our fantasies limited by our senses? We’ve reached ten dimensions, but still found only five senses? What’s with that? Could our imaginations be considered a sense? What even defines a sense? It’s just like the Matrix; could everything just be a fantasy? One of the other bloggers mentioned dreams. Why don’t we consider dreams real? We see, hear, and feel stuff that we find very real (I haven’t smelled or tasted in the dreamscape, yet). The only reason we label the dream as not real is because we wake up from it, and rediscover our other two senses. If we are forced to define reality as what we can find with our five senses, then we have to allow for the possibility that we could “wake up” someday in another world with six senses. Neo in the Matrix was fooled by the world he sensed up until he took the red pill.
Maybe the next sense, as it connects to the fifth dimension, is time travel. It would seem that Morel and the fugitive on the island feel that the images are conquering time in their immortality. Could the soul really transfer to the images? I feel that it would not. The soul needs moral choice. The images are stuck in an endless loop, every movement is predicted and the same as the last week. The soul cannot exist under those conditions. The soul needs spontaneity; it needs more than just existence. The castaway on the island showed soul by falling in love with Faustine. She showed none, unable to react. If there was a soul in the images, it would have died of boredom. Morel tried so hard, but never created a soul. The soul is like the fifth dimension, all possibilities must exist, and the soul gets to choose one.
One of the major concepts in The Invention of Morel comes when the unnamed man is stuck in the machine room because the wall recreated itself. He asks, “And what if Morel had thought to photograph the motors--?” Here, Morel is playing God. He has broken into the next dimension, creating an eternal existence. However, what he lacks is the soul. The moral choice ceases to exist and this immortal island has only one existence to choose from. Morel has broken the laws. The important lesson in the concept of the dimensions is that they require soul. The little flat ant had the choice to take the extra step that put him on the other side of the newspaper and therefore into the 3rd dimension. The soul exists in the ant, because it had that moral choice and creativity. Morel’s images do not have that choice, they are stuck in a loop just like the broken record that plays “Tea for Two” and “Valencia.” The record has no soul. To have soul, the record player would need a DJ to provide the choice and select the song it wanted. Morel’s images are just robots, but robots that have broken the natural laws and are immortal. So in a way, Morel didn’t quite make it to the fifth dimension, more like 4 ½ dimensions.
It surprised me that the unnamed man on the island didn’t see this. He seemed to lose interest in Faustine, but then regained it all in full force. He made the moral choice in the 4th dimension to immortalize himself in the next dimension, but his reproduction has no soul.

Skyler Mavor