Zen and the art of motorcycling. Can Quality be described or is beauty in the eye of the beholder, maybe more, if your in the pecking order of domestication it applies.
Global aphantasic, dyslexic, problems with recall at times, hard to traverse memory and also in process of being diagnosed with ADHD. When I’m deeply interested in something I don't read forums and join community's as it spoils the fun of working things out, and helps in leaving out mistakes of others. Once I've rinsed the topic, created my construct and can find no new worthy vein to mine, then I will compare with the consensus. So what I have to contribute is only from my own half finished ideas, there may be errors, in fact and terminology, I'm still playing with my toy.
I'm annoyed I didn't work out I had aphantasia before reading about it, but I was close, from a young age. As many mention, counting sheep to sleep was a riddle, I discussed this with my sister about 8, I revisited that conversation after the revelation. She can not create visuals but can recall what she has seen. I can do neither. Many hints I was given, Henry Miller for one said I do not have much of a visual memory, Dracula and LOTR were too descriptive for me to appreciate fully.
There's so many nuances with this topic, I have no sensory memory, touch, smell, taste, sight, hearing but I can remember feelings. No sense of taste is the most common in the people Ive talked to. To recall experience everyone has, to create new experiences everyone has. I dislike the name aphantastic, without imagination, as I have an uncontrollable imagination and is separate, it throws more confusion onto an already confusing subject.
I have trouble recognising people, some aphants don't, I think this is due to my poor recall. I'm not sure if I believe in a subconscious as others do, that's another rabbit hole, but to be brief, my subconscious has access to that look up table that my consciousness dosnt.
You can have hyper Aphantastics who have beyond 4k abilities. You program yourself with I (not AI), but the memory bus might be differently wired restricting read write permission’s, a hardware limitation because it is not something you can learn.
A screen, a speaker are all only interfaces, we are all unique machines crafted by the universe, each one of a kind, and maybe, just maybe, for a specific purpose, that we have been blessed with I is astounding, I love playing with tech, my mate had a NES, I had a Master System, the enjoyable conversations we had describing our experiences would never have happened if we both had both.
Its funny that I is the one thing we cannot fathom, in philosophy, maths, physics. What troubles me is why has it been such a secret, why have Ya all so quite about your visual imagination, sounds like your all watching stuff you don't want to to tell anyone about :-) and if it is a gift are they going to be happy with what your doing on their hardware.
And finally, IMO, if you have a screen, you it you know, if your unsure you probably are. I could never forget her, which for me with no visual memory is not normal, out of sight out of mind. I did not know her well, I did not know much about her works, I cant reminisce due to lack of visual memory and not much to reminisce about. My denied curiosity would be a powerful reason why my mind would find itself thinking of her, but It was more her goodness and kindness, her frequency that captivated me. A number of years later I wrote a letter or two and she responded.
Now from narcissist’s wood Nymph, Echo, to other invaluable writings throughout the human struggle, love at first sight exists for some people, be that a biological or a spiritual matter ( IMO its got to be a symbiotic relationship).
We eventually met up at her house, I screwed up and turned up a bit pissed, I wasn't drinking much at the time and underestimated my capacity, nervousness and thirst. She politely put up with it for a bit then asked me to leave. There it should have ended, about a year later I looked up her Facebook, I seen photos of her that bewitched me, the powerful feelings from just seeing her photo blew to pieces! I was not in a normal frame of mind, I sent letters and such but came off looking like a weirdo due to my temporary insanity, she responded it was obsessive and there the tale ends.
It wasn't just curiosity, lust infatuation mixed, it was all consuming, she said in our previous letters I must be infatuated, and I in return wrote her a short story to try and approach the subject which she liked. I'm upset I’ve annoyed the lady by turning up pissed and sending unwanted messages, but not in any other way I just hope she is OK and happy. Whatever it was I was lucky it didn't develop before the trouble, I don't know what it was, but it created a cascading reaction throughout my entire being that I had no control over, it was my master, by a long margin.