It was one of those quiet mornings when life came easy and sparkling. I awoke smoothly to birds singing and a ray of sun on my face, both caresses of dreams and skin; and I opened my eyes confident and happy. Everything around me was so sharp and bright, exquisite colors dancing with the sun and the fresh wind. I smile enjoying vibrant colors and sounds, to quickly pause… “Damned you idiot –I thought- you must have slept with your contact lenses”. I rubbed my eyes to ease the possibly stuck contact lenses but, to my surprise, found nothing. Here I was, fully relaxed, fully seeing sharp and bright… a pure moment of excellence… until my brain kicked in… “that’s no possible, you are supposed to be short-sighted, you should not be seeing”. In that flash of annoying consciousness, all went blurry, unfamiliar, unpleasant. There it was… now a lost moment of excellence… and a few years later I am still looking to recreate it… frustrating…
Tag: unexpected
Reality, which reality?
‘At least 95% of the process involved in seeing occur in the mind. The eyes and eye muscles respond to messages from the brain. Mental strain is the cause of blurred vision,’ wrote Thomas R. Quackenbush (extract from his book Relearning to see). Vision, it seems, is happening in our mind. Reality is only a construction then. The real question then, how to un-construct something and construct a new pattern? I wonder as I walk on my toes backward trying to un-construct walking.
Reality…
New smells this morning, and old smells at the same time… new noises this morning, still old noises… A jump through time of 12 hours with a step back for 6 and I am now in my reality, the one I had for the past three years in this city of Geneva, and I had 2 weeks ago, but had already forgotten. Travelling is peculiar, a discovering of several possible facets of reality… a pure live version of virtual gaming, each reality its own advantage, beauty, sadness, challenges and thrills. Matrix in real life? Which button should I press to reconnect with my reality? … maybe the one from the coffee machine would be a good start.
Moonlighting…
At last, I step onto the terrace, step out of air conditioning and into real air. That feels amazing, especially with the wind getting crazy. I hear it against the building; it is not as strong as the singing in an harbour, though a nice start. That is the only noise, aside cars and air conditioning systems, and the night –in that in-city garden on the 27th floor- suddenly becomes quiet and sleepy. My eyes catch a patch of moon light through the trees and I move closer, bathing my feet and arm in it. Impatiently, I turn my head, eager to see the smile of the full moon… and ended up facing an extremely bright display up on the close-by sky-scrapper. No idea building were moonlighting here…
A Fish on a Hill 