RiccardoLS
Once upon a time there was another thread...
...and now it is lost... because those who were there (and I was there) had choosen *ignorance* rather then any other way.
I am now emotionally exausted... unable to sleep for the second night in a row... and understanding with clarity that once something (even a thread) is broken it will stay broken, and there is no way to mend it.
I will then speak in riddles, so it will be impossible to follow, and it will all be so strange than the usual frame will be of no use. And I, maybe, will be able to find sleep, knowing that I'm still trying to go in the right way.
Because, you see, there is a link between meaning and image.
And it is such, that it is quite different from the way we think it is.
Do you think it has any real sense to ask wheter the image or the meaning came first? Do we know the meaning? Do we interpret the image?
Someone - a long dead forum dweller - first asked if the means justified the ends? So the world divided, I am told, in two tribes called Pikachus and Bulbasaurs because they each had been thinking long and hard, and decided that they had found the correct answer.
And no one ever considered that the means and the ends are the very same thing.
So... it is the image that should follow the meanings?
And as no image will ever be able to follow them all, we will resort to memory, so much that the image will just be a bookmark: a pretty ribbon in a dusty book.
Or are the meanings that should follow the image?
And wonder, what would happen least they bring us to an unpleasant land?
(Blame the Pikachus. It always works).
And, maybe, just maybe, we do not cast our vote just yet.
We understand that everything goes both ways, and that the "we" is actually the subject and not the object.
We receive from the image, we give sense to the image.
Over and over and over...
What I wanted to say... is that we do not discover or learn the relationship between image and meaning: we *build* it.
r.
...and now it is lost... because those who were there (and I was there) had choosen *ignorance* rather then any other way.
I am now emotionally exausted... unable to sleep for the second night in a row... and understanding with clarity that once something (even a thread) is broken it will stay broken, and there is no way to mend it.
I will then speak in riddles, so it will be impossible to follow, and it will all be so strange than the usual frame will be of no use. And I, maybe, will be able to find sleep, knowing that I'm still trying to go in the right way.
Because, you see, there is a link between meaning and image.
And it is such, that it is quite different from the way we think it is.
Do you think it has any real sense to ask wheter the image or the meaning came first? Do we know the meaning? Do we interpret the image?
Someone - a long dead forum dweller - first asked if the means justified the ends? So the world divided, I am told, in two tribes called Pikachus and Bulbasaurs because they each had been thinking long and hard, and decided that they had found the correct answer.
And no one ever considered that the means and the ends are the very same thing.
So... it is the image that should follow the meanings?
And as no image will ever be able to follow them all, we will resort to memory, so much that the image will just be a bookmark: a pretty ribbon in a dusty book.
Or are the meanings that should follow the image?
And wonder, what would happen least they bring us to an unpleasant land?
(Blame the Pikachus. It always works).
And, maybe, just maybe, we do not cast our vote just yet.
We understand that everything goes both ways, and that the "we" is actually the subject and not the object.
We receive from the image, we give sense to the image.
Over and over and over...
What I wanted to say... is that we do not discover or learn the relationship between image and meaning: we *build* it.
r.