On Human Nature [ 2 ]

On Human Nature ( 2 ) .

“ I receive a Question very often, and this Question itself has never changed, though the person asking it is “shuffled” in the deck of the causal imageries of existences. When I joyfully “share” my somewhat prolific documentations of the general frameworks of my Subjective Visual experiences as a life form through the use of a Camera : That is, by photographically transmitting and arranging these experiences by the means of a half broken Powershot A 610, point and click Digital Camera of a 5.0 mega pixel configuration, - which is a kind of mechanical spiritual companion for me, - like the character of R2D2 in Star Wars; - When through its utility my dubious “productions” in “Photography” – that is – the arguably beneficient act of Spontaneously choosing to record and archive a moment or few of my perception in the form of pixel and “Show It” to another Fine Creation in Humanity, most that Perceive and Enjoy these little Visual frames, do not ask, nor foremost state, ‘ Your Photography is Beautiful, Ugly, Horrendous, Absurd, Boring, Nice, Jubilant, Grand, Perverse, or Irrelevant’. Instead, they proceed to immediately exclaim , in some kind of dazed and incomprehending State, “Wow! You must have a very expensive Camera.” A Salvation Army delegate can inform such a person, that my camera will not appraise for Twenty Five dollars, were I to list it on that democratic vessel of Online jabberwocky - the Universal Mass Mercantile forum called “Ebay”. Nor will it be profitable to Man or God, if I were to analytically interpret this seemingly commonplace and ordinary and causal piece of eerily consistent bit of “Rhetoric” in relation to the Statement as so often made by my fellow Human Beings, [“Wow! You must have a very expensive Camera!”] , and contemplate and transcribe my little theorems of Internal, Unspoken Observations, with some degree of Scrutiny or Implication as to “Why” it is so consistently featured, seemingly by One Voice, by So many various persons; - I very much doubt, my Assessment or Analyses, will be as equally Popular or Well Received or somehow superior to my Willful Silence in this regard, as the transient images I occasion to pour out, which my Mind perceives, appreciates, and then simply documents, as Nothing Less, and Nothing More, with No Other Claim, than that which is Self Evident and Luminously Apparent – Or Unapparent to the Chance Beholder. The Value of this Proverb? Beast, Man, or Saint, We Are All a Kind of Means to an End in this Symbol that is a Life. Our Lives, by being Lived of themselves confer and perpetuate some other progress some other dispassionate pattern, to which it is best to play our parts as dispassionately and with as much a warm indifference as possible – and with as much Understanding and Condoning and even Compassion, to play it Well. The Truth will always remain appropriate and akin to the proverb, that in a Single Image there is a Value of a Thousand Words, whereas, in a Single Ineffable Moment, there are a Thousand and Twelve, Unutterable Eternities.”

( Alexander K. RAI MSMA )




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