Reflected sky is less distinct, but more.
Enriched by overlay of varied patterns
and unified by palette – still and somber.
Uneasy sky interpreted by water
contains a wealth of novel information,
conceals a deeper joy,
a longer journey.
I will shut up
and open up
and look.
Social media algorithms are designed to keep you looking. They flatter you, telling you how fundamentally great you are. They are also designed to sell you shit. So, they tell you you are horrible without the shit, but, because of your fundamental greatness, deserve all the shit you can get. As a result you get individual plastic bottles to conveniently carry the water you so richly deserve instead of public fountains to go to for a drink you need. The process invariably ends up with broken public fountains and empty individual bottles.
Abstract reasoning is the consequence of language – naming commonalities in individual concrete phenomena. Thus, a better vocabulary is a prerequisite for better abstract reasoning.
Where the set theory fails:
there is a large set of things that I find pretty,
there is a larger set of things that I find interesting,
and a still larger set of things that I find pretty interesting.
However, only two of them overlap.
The only way to achieve the impossible is to start doing it. You may not achieve it that way, but there is no other way to achieve it.
Arrow slits have to be narrow to protect the defenders of the castle.
Any wider and they will be exposed to dangers from outside.
Being narrow is what they are for.
I am a person who…
I see the world through the arrow slit of my self-definition.
Relevant images and metaphors draw my eye.
A living wood turns into Golgotha
with dead trees supporting crucifixions.
The fewer the parameters – the more important they become.
If all I know about myself is that I am a Christian,
I would be willing to die for it.
Or kill for it.
After all,
arrow slits are
for shooting out of.
Seville Cathedral used to house Christian and Muslim worshippers side-by-side.
After the inquisition took power, the Muslim part was appropriated and built over with Christian symbology.
You can still see the interface. It is cracking.
A mass of yellow stone
floating in the blue
of the clear, brilliant sky above
and the turbulent Guadalquivir below –
its enormous bulk
made weightless by the context.
Ottoman Cordoba was a univer-city,
a unverse with a small “u”.
A mess of cultures,
sweaty cross-fertilization –
exciting,
faintly indecent,
infinitly productive.
Not the golden mean of Aristotle,
not the measured path of restraint –
contorted co-mingling,
intertwined but not melded.
The way of Socrates –
clear contradiction that is growth
made stone.
