eyes of flesh, eyes of fire - theodore roszac
I'm struggling with different concepts of perception. Who reveals more truth: the scientist with the inquisitive searching eye, dissecting everything while answering nothing, or the poet who can tell you a hundred thousand million different ways to experience a rainbow, each one just as valid as powerful as relevant as the next? The scientist's concrete statistics versus the poet's multi-faceted perceptions. And what are the ramifications of either viewpoint?
My African History professor compared urban dwellers to hunter gatherers today. Neither ever consume what they produce. They roam about and forage and form close-knit nuclear social cliques.
What force in our lives constantly demands that we fragment our own personalities? Put on a different face, attitude, necktie, don't let them see you bleed or laugh. We divide our own minds between family, friends, school, office, institution. A shattered mirror.
My African History professor compared urban dwellers to hunter gatherers today. Neither ever consume what they produce. They roam about and forage and form close-knit nuclear social cliques.
What force in our lives constantly demands that we fragment our own personalities? Put on a different face, attitude, necktie, don't let them see you bleed or laugh. We divide our own minds between family, friends, school, office, institution. A shattered mirror.