Looking for the Light, pt 2

Dammit, there I go, mixing metaphors like a lazy cook in a Betty Crocker cooking contest. Instead of "simmer" I should have said "flicker" But then, would that have translated? "I think we'll have to let that flicker" No, perhaps, "we'll have to let that dim" Ooh! Ooh! "We'll have to let that (ready for it? Here it comes) *dimmer*"

Ok, from the top: Maybe we're looking for the light, but we'll hafta let it dimmer for a bit, like that point of light on an old black and white TV screen or like a star going out in a distant galaxy. We'll work on the reversal in the next post...

Looking for the light

K, it's dark in here, and obviously I have not yet been able to put my finger on that which I'm trying to reveal. Thinking is so quick to label something that has not yet been seen, or described or experienced. It's not a "thing." I've never seen one, but I know what it does, it retreats before you turning possibility into actuality. It's the opposite of the point of light on a darkening black and white TV screen (to fish for a weak first metaphor). There was a black and white TV in the house when I was young, and I recall focussing on that point of light as the TV tube cooled. The whole image was there in that tiny point of light, it was still moving. Then it would simply disappear. Now, if your mind was that point of light, and if you can shift your point of view from the kid looking at the light to the light looking at the kid, I think we can soon begin to have a discussion.

However, I'm pretty sure we have to let that simmer. Back in a while.

OK, I'm going to try to enter this room again. I've been avoiding this place because I get scared and lost, and every time I think I've found something of value, it disappears before I can focus on it.

I call this Fractals, and I've been trying to sleep, but it's occured to me that an attempt to describe the image that won't let me rest would be a good first go at what they call a "post" A fractal is basically an image of mathematics, it's what math looks like. The image only represents, but the mind can follow that which moves and creates and makes formal. And that which the mind follows burns and gives shape, but it burns without fire, in perhaps only the slow burning of decay. I was thinking about possibility, and how is it that the turning of the attention suffices to make the possible the actual. Perhaps a fractal is only that, a graphic representation of what Aristotle was talking about: before experience it exists as possibility, and the making makes it actual. It? Hmmm? A world without telos becomes a noun without action, an it without shape. I seek a conclusion in my dreams, I seek a beginning from a word and an image.