Before the moment, or is there a moment? Something freezes in time, or does it, or is it only what we embellish? Perhaps we create a moment to represent the other moments, a snap shot of time that didn't happen like that at all.Otherwise we'd go mad with the intricacies of living. Overwhelming details. Simplify, this is the mantra.
Why not take that stream of photographs, and play them as a slide show. Why embellish one when many will do? Let's overwhelm ourselves while the carousel goes round. As we breathe, so we shall image. Snip snap shutter bug. Flutter bug. The moments are memorable; each one.
Only what we remember isn't there. If there were a camera it would tell a different story to the one of our inner narrator. What we remember isn't on celluloid, or pixelated. We can't upload our memories because they aren't orchestrated that way.
Not as one memorable moment.
Our moment is an amalgam of moments. Clarified, pure. The image that fits our interpretation. O, we rewrite it. Re-image. Revise. Take new angles and slants. Add new information, remove old patinas.
I'm not saying it's a finished moment, or that it's untrue, only that it never existed.
the questions of time and perception that are aroused here are dramatic. I need to take them in a few more times.
ReplyDeleteI love this. I sometimes think that it is our bodies that hold the truth of our collected moments ....
ReplyDeleteThe photograph is beautiful.
nice expression of zen concepts... the illusion of things captured in the moment, while everything is endlessly transforming. colorful, delightful image too, thanks!
ReplyDeletenarrator, memory has been a life-long fascination, as it has for you too- will we ever fully understand how it works (or doesn't work)? -:)
ReplyDeleteMary, memories are certainly contained in the body, something that I clearly understood when I first began doing yoga and early memories started surfacing... it was as if they were in the cellular structure itself.
The photograph is of prayer ribbons at Courage My Love in Toronto - what a great name for a vintage/Indonesian-type store, huh.
Snowsparkle, yes, Zen, yes, the illusion of the moment that is endlessly transforming... I love how you put that!
I really enjoyed this. Very thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the photo of you.
Beautiful photograph, opening up many possibilities for thought and feeling.
ReplyDeleteMB, thanks, glad you liked it.
ReplyDeleteRichard, thank you, that's courage, my love. (Do I love that store name! I bought a tiny bag from them for my I-Ching Chinese coins just cause it says, Courage, My Love.)
Oh, Brenda, but this is contemplative inspiration~
ReplyDeleteThis is a composition one absorbs into~and yet cannot quite touch the absoluteness of it.
I like the responses here, also. Clearly, this piece cannot fail to affect. It is so a part of the Thread of Being.
Blessings~
Laurieglynn, contemplation, now that I like, in any form... thank you, dear friend.
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