The Space Between

I think all of you know what ‘yes’ means. And if you know its meaning, obviously know the meaning of ‘no’. ‘Yes’ is yes, and not ‘no’, and viceversa. So easy to understand, and to use: are you hungry? Yes, mom, I am. You’ve been at the opera? No, I was not at the opera. So simple.

But what if you were in the building of the Opera but actually you did not watch the show. So, you were at the opera? And here raises the context: ‘yes’, for the building, ‘no’ for the show. And the meaning of yes or no loses its substance. I just really don’t know.

just the same thing happens with the ‘nothing’ and ‘something’. There is a thin line between these. There is white, and after that it cames a sharp limit where black starts? Or this limit could be magnified, and it turns to be some thing. A twilight zone. A grey. A territory that nobody wants to see? And how this limit, this transition looks like?

Now imagine a hill. That hill is covered with rapeseed. This hill, form a distance of 10 km looks like a yellow patch delimited clearly from the sky’s blue with a sharp line. Step closer. Is that clear line remains clear? And when you are in the rapeseed field? Right in the middle? How does it look like? Yes, I tell you what: is more green, than yellow. This is the surface of something. Appearance, that we translate instantly in terms, in notions, indicated by words.

Whether it worth to ask what is the situation with the light and shadow? I let you guess…

We people, determined by our notions, words a.s.o, we like to see things as absolute. Nevertheless there is no absolute. Or wait: it exists. Pick an option, pick an answer, and spread it like the absolute, the ultimate truth. And if you preach it well and consequently, and loud enough many times, your truth will be others’ truth as well.

Most of thing works on black and white. But what happens when you take a closer look to the edges? There is always a moment in life, when you really don’t know the ‘yes’ and the ‘no’. Maybe. ‘Maybe’. Yet, another word, which we seems to know well. So, If ‘yes’ is white and ‘no’ is black, maybe is the whole range of gray. And if black and white are only abstractions, greys really exist.

But we may ask ourselves: greys really exist?

State of Mind: Dementia

Have you ever thought how it would be a dementia? Could we  judge it? If yes: how? And ‘judgment’ would be a proper term to describe the state of dementia? Or dementia is another dimension of human existence, and in common, everyday terms we can not talk about it? Wikipedia saysDementia (taken from Latin, originally meaning “madness”, from de- “without” + ment, the root of mens “mind”) is a serious loss of global cognitive ability in a previously unimpaired person. It says nothing about perception. Whether dementia affects the perception, too, or just the cognition ceases to exist? Or the cognition persists, perception too, but their connection carry us in other dimensions? What if dementia is a step beyond average human existence and a step towards the ultimate truth? Anyhow: talking, feeling, experiencing the pure perception we have to undress our cognitive self. Get blurred, and step beyond the mind’s game: feel lost in your eyes.

Got frightened, that maybe dementia is not so bad, as we think?



8 poles

We live in a perpetual myth of figures. Yes, we always count. And we count anything. And we create toplists. The 10 best, or worst things in life. Even truth we transform in figures. One is truth. Null is lie.

We transfigure everything in dumb-downed stats. And sociologists are nowadays wizards, interpreting these numbers back telling what they have transformed in figures. And we believe them, because we’ve been taught that 10 is obviously higher than 9. But is 10 really more than 9? We have achievements, results. And we measure them in these easily acceptable entities. Figures don’t have feelings; they don’t mean anything at all. Figures are the most abstract concept of all.

But we also have a life. He lived 89 years, they say. Did his most powerful memory has a figure attached to? Has someone the power to transfigure single emotions, not to mention love. Quality over quantity, they say. But how do you measure quality? Yes, you suppose it well: it lasts longer. It keeps you warmer. It rolls faster. It consumes less. Why don’t we talk only mathematics or statistics. I say 9. You say 10, so you are the winner. Generally speaking: the higher is the figure the better is the quality. Time is passing by, seconds after seconds, and we count and count.

But where are the non-measurable things? Thoughts? Feelings? Endless moments of fear, happiness or joy? Or aesthetical experiences? I wittingly used negative definition for this: non-figurative. Non-measurable. Because if we don’t find a definition of something we have never met, we define it by its antonym. And the circle, apparently is closed.

The image above has 8 poles. This sentence’s truthcontent, looking at the photograph seems to be 1. 8-1. But are these figures really essential when you face an artwork? Or other part of our lives? Is everything transfigurable? Can the figures be retransfigured? Can we disregard, are we able to disregard figures?

Now disregard all the theory above. Just sit down in a place, where are poles. There could be 8 if you’d like. Or more. Or less. Or even without any pole. Count to 10, and start enjoy the sight.

Or just stay. Countless.