Unconcealing the concealed, hidden, repressed, as a light beam carrying coded information is intercepted and changed, revealing its interception, because the interception itself remains as a record in the light, so unconcealing the concealed changes it.
What if the pathway of language were like a beam of light carrying coded information, and our attempt to understand what is being conveyed changes what is being conveyed because of our presence in the pathway?
What if I were telling you a secret, and, in your hearing my previously hidden secret, your listening intercepted the narratorial structure of that secret, and changed what I thought I was conveying through it?
What if there are no absolutes, and everything is relative, and it's all a matter of perspective?
Would actual memory exist, or only our perceptions of what we remember, that are being changed by our re-remembering, which are like interceptions in our own pathways?
What I mean is, if we're all intricately delicately coded light beams shining, can we shine through each other and make each other appear? Or appear to appear, perception being what it is...
Very interesting thinking. I keep trying to bring that picture into focus, but it doesn't want to. Makes me think of fish underwater, snakes, clouds, ripples, refracted and undulating light, dancing with dark.
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moose, I love that. Don't know if it's my drawing or not, but it's certainly you, your evanescence... xo
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