April 13th, 2009
Tiny Moments
If they ever do figure out once and for all what makes us exist and experience that existence uniquely, and if we read that explanation and nod and shrug and it makes total sense and we can even grasp it intuitively, it’s still going to be mind-blowing when that mysterious sensation of it chases everything else out of mind for a tiny moment, a sensation impossible to hold on to.
If you were on one of those floating cubes, what would you be doing, how would you be balanced?
Transcriptorial: many of them fell / others held to another, tiny moment
You’ve got to fall carelessly, unconcerned
with where you’ll be
when you end up where
it is.
Just float.
oh I really like this one. I might be peering over the edge, or sitting with my feet a-dangle. what about you?
spinning sideways
I would be balanced…
with both feet firmly planted –
head thrown back –
eyes shut (not from fear but because sight would not be necessary) -
arms wide open,
Savoring the breeze and sensation of flying.
First I would try to invent something, something to help me float without a cube. Then I may realize that only by physically touching a cube does one experience this moment, and in that tiny moment, I will let go. I would try to find someone else, to balance the cube out. I might come across a puzzle of a cube, each side a different color and jumbled in sets of 9.
At one point I might try and find a way out, find the cube floating in a different direction than the other ones. Only once in a lifetime will I see the sphere. It will be incredibily hard to grasp and hold on to, even less of a chance that the other person will be able to hang on as well, but I will try. And then tell stories across the void to other people on how the sphere shone righ there above me and I almost held on before it punched through but no. I slipped and fell and that is that; the only thing to do now is tell stories, of the sphere that got away.
What if you fall off the floating cube? Then what?
If no one can come back to tell, then who knows?
Seriously, life might be better after falling off the cube. It could be why no one ever came back to tell…
Sometimes a free fall is all that we need.
Looks fun…
set geometry=escher, 2
set gravity=local, 0
There. Now I can do the David Bowie as the Goblin King thing, hop from cube to cube, sit on top or underneath… It’s just a matter of choice and reference.
‘Cro
Mag
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somehow I can’t imagine myself ever being able to read an explanation of anything as such and nod and shrug and believe it so completely. I critique -everything-; I question everything. whether this is a good or bad thing.. hmm. anyway, so.. that in itself is hard to imagine.
i think there have to be more questions always surfacing, though. you can figure things out in certain contexts, and it’s necessary to understand things or create an understanding to some degree so that you can live, and debate, and implement policy or create a revolution or whatever (so you don’t submit to the intellectual laziness of relativism, as my history professor so succinctly put it); but to have no more questions at all??! about something so pivotal? or anything at all? god, that would be -terrible-.
i’d be the one rushing from cube to cube.
when i find myself inside a floating cube, i focus on the vastness above. Up above, way beyond, that’s where I get my balance.
i’d float with the wind, not stay on the floating cube.
but if ever i find myself on a floating cube, i’d take that moment to immerse myself in the experience.
so that when i find myself outside the cube again…
i’ll have a stronger grasp of why i wanted to be floating with the wind in the first place.
not there plaintively sitting on that floating cube.
freedom.
we gain it when we lose it.