Words and Pictures
Its amazing how much emotion can be transmitted through words. They don’t even ‘exist’ really. They are just a figment, in this case, a figment of data on some computer far away, being beamed to you and displayed in front of you. One little switch of the magnetic poles of the Earth and it would all be gone.
I guess I periodically get what could only be described as ‘communication awe’. I get hit with the implications of communication, and how much I love it. Both the topics of communication, and the very act itself. When the first telephone was invented, the feeling must have been similar.
“Wow.”
I think of it now because I realize a limitation in the communication methods I commonly employ. I think there is definately something to being physically near someone, and being able to do some simple gesture, like pat them on the back, or give them a cheerful grin. Words take very well to the internet, but despite the efforts of instant messanging applications, emoticons really don’t do it for gesturing.
Anyway, I’m amazed at how much I can feel like I know someone, and empathize with them, but still not be able to laugh along side them, or pat them on the back and say, “Cheer up! Gimme a grin, cuz everything’s gonna be all right.” Anyway, whenever you feel alone, just imagine me doing those things with you, cause believe me, I would if I could.
Monday 26 Aug 2002 | Sam | Uncategorized
Wow! I said some of what you said on my blog today (Thursday), but more abstractly and more…oddly.
“I can see the light by braille”- Chagall Guevara
I like that braille quote.. It really brings to light the meaning of written communication. When I describe a flower, not only do you ‘read’ my writing, you begin to form an image in your mind of the flower. The better of a description, the more you see the same flower I see. But I can never make you see the EXACT SAME flower as me. Thats a limitation of writing.
If I show you the flower, then you and I see the same flower. But do I really want to show you the flower? If I have an emotional attachment to the flower, and I describe that emotion at the same time as I describe the flower, then you imagine a flower that YOU are emotional about. If I then show you the flower, then your image will be shattered. You’ll just see some old flower. We connected because our flowers had the same conceptual structure, but were our OWN flowers. If its the same flower, then only I have the emotion, and you are left without the understanding.
Thats a limitation of images.
Chagall can see the light, because of the words bringing up an image of archtypal light. Much better than just shining a light at Chagall’s face, which would do no good, Chagall can understand the light through the words.
Neato.
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