017. A babushka of nested consciousness!
(morning thoughts)
I LOVE these images. Teensy people in huge landscapes.
I love thinking that they're looking into the landscape and containing all of what's before them and more inside their own perception.
Their brain is doing its own render, encapsulating everything before them with electrochemical pop and fizz business and to some extent, by bearing witness to them and considering this, that entire snapshot of existence is nested inside my own rendering.
Perhaps, in this society we've built we most often witness stress or fear or anger. That negativity is sooked up by our empathy hoover and becomes a fragment of who we are, how our day is. But I think, when we stand at the beach and watch the sun rise slowly over the horizon, or we're mesmerised by a blood red moon, we can't help but feel awe. We're all overcome by the beauty. Those of us who pause anyway. So this moment of awe, within awe and on until no-one's looking… is the antidote?
An antidote, or inoculation, against the ever perpetuated meanness of soap opera arguements and the despicable deeds of despotic dictators echoed endlessly on socials feeds and the various news media medium.
Or it's the good stuff. A mainline of pure awesome amplified when shared.
Fractal thoughts echoing out from a hall of mirrors through kaleidoscopic empathy.
A babushka of nested consciousness!
Or that could just be the coffee talking.
If you subscribe and share we might make our own kaleidoscopic Babushka.
Come back later and write a comment if you like. No rush.