We change every day. Usually the changes are so small and so gradual that they escape our notice. But they still happen. Despite this, though, I have always felt as though there is something intangible in us that remains fixed; unchangeable. And no matter how much we evolve and grow... we are essentially the same. What is this stationary quality in each of us?
our skins collect memories like shelves collect dust each layer, a story; each layer, more rust.
new chapters are plastered by the laminate masters they deftly craft you, a breathing chef-d'oeuvre. marbled with moments of love and of beauty, painted with pictures of doubt and suspense. speckled with scriptures and spider-webbed lies, whiskered with seconds of hellos and goodbyes. our lives are all written, too often we find, with verses and stanzas of the most sesquipedalian kind. the layers continue, each concealing the last; though we cannot erase the present or past. but if we could wipe it all clean, no more dirt or debris; then what could be seen, and who would we be?
Humans have eyes that see the world. They can see colors, shapes, and textures. Other animals also have eyes that see the world. And they can also see colors, shapes, and textures; but not in the same way that humans see them. Dogs, dolphins, doves; each have their own unique vision.
The tiny fraction of the light spectrum that can be seen by human eyes is labeled the "visible spectrum". But many animals cannot see all of the wavelengths of light in the visible spectrum, and many more can see outside of the spectrum visible to us.
So who is to say that a human's vision is the "correct" one? Simply put, there are many ways to see the world. None of them are right. None of them are wrong. They are just different. The world cannot be viewed upon without biased eyes.
Oftentimes, we find our own way of seeing the world so astoundingly beautiful that we yearn to show others this beauty; yearn to have them see the same world that we do.
But we forget that this usually cannot work; not because the person is unwilling to view the certain beauty, but because the person is unable to view it. They do not possess eyes with the same sight bias. They possess their own bias. And neither sight is wrong. But neither sight can see the Truth.
Opening your mind is the best way to open your eyes. I have to remind myself occasionally to acknowledge my own sight bias, but I never forget to appreciate the beauty that can be seen within my own "visible spectrum".
So then, what would the world look like if it were possible to view the Truth? Well, I suppose that remains to be seen. [Pun intended.]
"Lise, those watercolor paintings required zero talent. A baby could have done them." WRONG. A baby would have eaten the paint and died, rendering him/her unable to finish said paintings.
Lise: 1, Babies: 0.
However, on the off chance that you were instead thinking:
"Lise, those watercolor paintings required zero talent. A dog could have done them."
You would be RIGHT! Well, at least sort of right. My Aussie helped me paint the third one. (You can see his paw prints if you look closely.) AND he is smart enough to know that paint is not to be eaten.
Lise: 1, Dogs: 1, Babies: 0.
However, babies are the only ones who don't have to worry about where they go to the bathroom, so I guess it all evens out in the end.
I would love to give a twenty page review about it, but I feel as if nothing I say could do it any amount of the justice it so very deserves. My advice to you: read it.
