You derisive fatuous imbecilic infidel. The “I” through which this opening scene of play, is stationary and has the self-same limitations of an ordinary “eye“. If I manipulate my perspective point of view, a “black-spot” can punctuate the part of the dark lines of the dimensions of the “eye”. As the “eye” gazes into a harrowing moment, into a montage of scenic splendor that “eye is depicted as obtrusively present in the inimical circumstances imbued in life.
Entered into the ambit of a “battlefront”, man vaguely resembles a voyeur, plagued by a struggle to survive a tortured and shocking predicament of existence, man must bear witness to others, watching other also embark on the pain and agony of preservation. Though watching others, man establishes a self-view that indicates that s/he also must endure similarly--or s/he would not have gravitated towards other! Man sees a deeper understanding of the human world through observation and active participation.
Obtrusively present, a vast hunger is expressed in an affective way. An alienation is an agent of change in ones life. Un-acceptance reminds us of our own fatuity, our small place in the world which we now entertain. Immediate presence--that’s what we are…here today, gone tomorrow depending on our Will, our actions and the consequences that result (we live in a world with others--which present new fulcrum difficulties and scenarios in our Being).
The stillness of the “eye” seems both animate and inanimate as a child-like processes enrapture a solid and living “real”. A scope change shows that the “blackness” of the “eye” is embedded in color. Burrowed in a sandy-brown “sea”, a bed, an air of tangible intensity creates a backdrop. Engrained is a fuller perspective-- a cast that can not distance itself from the bias’ of its own vision and beliefs. A breathing man is thrown into a dark slate of oblivion, with the focal point of a physical-needing body. Buried deeply and coldly within lays the heart and soul of man--a lost cause seeking a more meaningful existence.
Fashionable huh? Withdraw into the obsession of a reality, where a tough of light is both encompassed and encased by a tormented hollow of blackness-- an abysmal lack (literally an excess of color but…turns out negating itself by its over-indulged portrayal in an extreme presence), that deceives our attempts to shine a flash of our interpretations on it. The black absorbs all light, takes the sunshine in, and swallows it as though the darkness has an insatiable hunger itself! The barren desert is cloaked by the clothes of a subservient and dependent nature. A superb contamination of a symbiotic relationship appears.
With the basic staple of discipline eschewing , I reclaimed my identity. The dominance of positive reinforcement would render me a piecemeal mercurial mind, my soul was disaggregated by the confusion of mixed messages at home. Consumer beware, when one’s land seems foreign--when jokers kid about a proud, young Intuitive Feeler scrounging for her next meal, the yokes on you-- you’re the one juiced!
An alibi in the back of my eyes tried to make a deal to be on my own-- with no direction, home is a complete unknown to me, my fellow man. A rock tricks the stream into believing that the ebb and flow of Being lay in the stone’s possession. The pebble thinks itself to be more than it is-- the exact direction of the influential moving party can only be known innately, intuitively confined within itself--the intent of the motion , outsiders cannot know, for we can not understand why water chooses to flow (gravity influences its decision greatly--I.e. preservation from stagnancy).
The rock unmoving--unyielding, muses at the river. A raging flood with nothing to lose, nothing to hold it back, bursts over the dam and flows freely over all obstructions in its way. With nothing to conceal, the river does not lie, nor does it feel bad for its actions--it just Is!
A rock cannot know the innate purpose of water flowing! The waters behavior will always remain, although experienced, distant and at hand--not internalized… We have to fight the introspective view psychologically projected onto another, Mr. Rock. We’re not always accurate in our depictions of activity.
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