I love that the same sentence can mean different things to different people, and I love that they add colour to our life.
I love that we get lost in them - that they can perplex us, and transport us to another place. I especially love it when not everyone "gets it", and for those of us that do, the joy that that knowledge brings; that with all our differences, all the combinations and permutations involved in being an individual, we still get to have something together. Something special.
There are levels, and levels again. Meanings within meanings. In some way writing, music, and art can be superficial on one layer, yet in others, open to so much interpretation. Therein lies the magic; it's not just cut and dried; and for that I am thankful.
I guess I'm always looking for meaning - and I love the realization I've got a lot to learn yet.
You stand too close to the painting.
All you see is patches of colour.
Stand too far back - can't see any of the detail.
Right now this is your particular perspective.
And if you ask me.....
All you see is patches of colour.
Stand too far back - can't see any of the detail.
Right now this is your particular perspective.
And if you ask me.....
I'm a little too close??
Yes.
2 comments:
The bit in italics was from dead Like Me, and prompted this post. Parallel words - parallel worlds indeed.
Hey you, loved this. Looked for who it was by then realised it was you ... DLM hmmm, I have this date with that program eh ;)
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