Sometimes you just need to pull your hands out of the tool box, dust them off and start crafting something. For some it’s a need to leave legacy, ‘I was here’, for others it’s a need to leave a legacy to themselves ‘My thought was here.’ Capturing a point in time, a way you felt at that moment. There is a beauty in innocent enthusiasm, a fiery vision without foresight. Capture that moment, with the tools you have available chip it from the rock of the earth, to make mistakes is to define co-ordination: To make mistakes is to document the strength of ones vision. It’s interesting to create experience, wisdom and insight with creations of questionable importance. Passion whether just socially or not is just to that final you. To look back over your shoulder, return to the past, review passion. You never know what will or will not retain importance until you’ve exercised expression and output.
It’s strange to think that you’ll never know them. We all fall in love with the idea of a person, a concept, a guess at their personality. The difficulty of these visuals we design of others is that; knowing a person wholly is a sheer impossibility. Does anyone really know themselves enough that someone else could grasp it as well? The answer is an obvious ‘No’. Though some people understand themselves better than others, it too is an impossibility to know your own self completely. Even for you, there are reserved feelings, unexpressables, or just unsures. Each thought and emotion has weight, but that projected you, isn’t a direct translation to the next person. The projected you, is an opportunity for an observation by another, and their active role in doing so, their ability to understand and relate through past ideas and experiences is their opportunity to observe. The reality is that there is varying degrees of understanding someone’s projections of themselves, but these visuals, and communications, are originally based on a lack of personal understanding. It’s strange to think that the way you see someone, the imaginary version, a doppleganger that lives in your head, isn’t quite the same as the person you interact with every day. It can be close, as close as this vision can get, but it’ll never match exactly how that person sees themselves, nor can it match how honest or confused that persons vision of themselves is. In life, there are no equal exchanges, each person views the other in their own way, all interacting with pseudo phantom perspectives of people we do or don’t even know. But, there is nothing wrong with that. It’s okay, that someone might fall in love with the idea of a person, the miss-observation of them. It’s how it all works, as our perspectives of others are created through a path of experiences, an aurora of expectation, and a variety of needs. Person A and B have paths running from one to each other, but they are different from both directions. It’s finding a balance, either of similar expectation and needs, or of complimentary yet different aspects. It’s lonely to think that you are thinking by yourself in your head, but it’s comforting and including to know everyone around you is too.
With an earth revolving time passes, like bodies in a crowd, brushing shoulders, faceless and grey. The clock, it grows interesting, and like the earth it to has a revolving motion. An assembly of molecules, individual each in it’s own right, is just a tick, each minute breaking into seconds, those breaking down further. Following this rabbit hole brings you to another set of rotations, neutrons circling endlessly. Does energy breed energy? It seems circles are the most reliable, count on spin. Dizzying is a life lived, confused, an unbalanced gyration creates a secondary directionless motion. The control and manipulation of revolutions is circuit of truth and observation. Control of rotation is a control of direction, moving with all dimension. They say the management of rotation is a way to speed and slow the tick of time. To stand still, to be motionless is to age, both approaches to this ideal are plausible, scientific and philosophical. From this comes a desire to travel, a childish approach to let problems, bad feelings sit still, age, perhaps pass away. While hoping to out run the sun, moving east to west, hoping to beat him to the other side. What’s there? over beyond the suns approach to the new day, is his yesterday coming up around the back side. The world, is a huge little place to discover, and I would like to have seen it always yesterday, today will continue to be too late.
