<story><title>Aldous Huxley&apos;s Deep Reflection</title><url>https://thereader.mitpress.mit.edu/aldous-huxleys-deep-reflection/</url></story><parent_chain></parent_chain><comment><author>driggs</author><text>This is an especially interesting read given that Huxley described his own apparent aphantasia - lack of mental visual imagery - in &amp;quot;The Doors of Perception&amp;quot;:&lt;p&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;    I am and, for as long as I can remember, I have always been a poor visualizer. Words, even the pregnant words of poets, do not evoke pictures in my mind. No hypnagogic visions greet me on the verge of sleep. When I recall something, the memory does not present itself to me as a vividly seen event or object. By an effort of the will, I can evoke a not very vivid image of what happened yesterday afternoon, of how the Lungarno used to look before the bridges were destroyed, or the Bayswater Road when the only buses were green and tiny and drawn by aged horses at three and a half miles an hour. But such images have little substance and absolutely no autonomous life of their own. They stand to real, perceived objects in the same relation as Homer&amp;#x27;s ghosts stood to the men of flesh and blood, who came to visit them in the shades. Only when I have a high temperature do my mental images come to independent life. To those in whom the faculty of visualization is strong my inner world must seem curiously drab, limited, and uninteresting.&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</text></comment>
<story><title>Aldous Huxley&apos;s Deep Reflection</title><url>https://thereader.mitpress.mit.edu/aldous-huxleys-deep-reflection/</url></story><parent_chain></parent_chain><comment><author>k0mplex</author><text>Highly recommend Huxley&amp;#x27;s Doors of Perception and The Divine Within.</text></comment>