I could orate in Latin; less knowledge can be a blessing. But, in the eye of the unwashed, we see what our head perceives not that which may be in front of us. While our window on the world is said to be the interpreter of information, its actually some varying portion of out grey matter which holds that key.
I wile away at times wondering about the ways of the world. My cognition changes the views both metaphorically and in reality. The problem-solving perspective changes post haste and periodically. This is intuitively called ingenuity. We all have less and more at times of what we want and need. The brain pulls what it wants, and filters the unneeded as it sees fit.
Cogito ergo sum. But who is the “I”? Does your brain allow you for vision beyond the pale? Or are you myopic in your perception? How is it that Van Gogh can see the Stary Night in such a way that transcends time, culture, age, and date? Where did Monet sit in Paris for us to instantly recognise the scene?
Why does a stone David imbue so much emotion? It is impossible to understand why we all see the same “ish” vision of reality, emote similarly, and understand in much the same way out view of the world? Plato and his shadows on the cave wall only exacerbate the question while making it simpler. The visual is only tainted by our nature and how we were nurtured.
Would education make us see the same? If one beholds a beauty, why are some not attracted? I know one, I see one, no one sees the same one. It is a question of billions of connexions zapping and popping in a ball sized dome atop our backs. When I say blue, what do you see? Denim or azure? Robbin’s egg or Sea?
I ponder endlessly on this.
Curve that pour Corinne, I want to see the amber nectar steam.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.
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