IT IS NOT THE EYES THAT SEE.IT IS THE INTERPRETATION,
OUR UNDERSTANDING,
OF WHAT WE ARE LOOKING AT
THAT ENABLE US TO SEE,
TO MAKE SENSE OF PATTERNS,
SHAPES AND COLORS OF THE WORLD.
~Steve Nation
Of Note: What a surprise to think that it is not the eyes that see. But true it is. The eyes are only the instrument of sight; the mind is the originator. In Catching the Light, Arthur Zajonic said: "The lights of nature and of mind intertwine within the eye and call forth sight." Prior to the activation of the mind, the eyes only see the lights of nature and perceive that splendid view as reality. Hypnotically, we get lost in the scenes, day after day aspiring for this or that in the all-embracing landscape. After the eye has awakened, Reality comes into view. From those who have had the experience, it is not a gradual thing, but something sudden. Chaos followed by revelation. Humanity as a whole is on the cusp of such a happening. Whether it is next year or 50 years from now, we will "know it when we see it" as the saying goes and nothing will ever be the same.
Today's Weather Report: Rain has held off for a few days now. That is much to the relief of my husband who is trying to plant new grass from seed over by the barn. After several starts that have been frustrated by downpours, he thinks this time the window of opportunity has arrived. 10 years ago when I met my husband, he did not own a mower and laughed at those with lawns of any kind. His "lawn" around the house was and still is rocks. But I came into his life and loved to mow. Since then, one patch after another has been turned into lush lawn. Mind you, most is mowed weeds that eventually looks pretty good from a distance. We are talking low maintenance here. However, he has seeded a few patches and is actually pretty good at lawn creation, much to my surprise given his original antipathy for the green stuff.
Today's Weather Report: Rain has held off for a few days now. That is much to the relief of my husband who is trying to plant new grass from seed over by the barn. After several starts that have been frustrated by downpours, he thinks this time the window of opportunity has arrived. 10 years ago when I met my husband, he did not own a mower and laughed at those with lawns of any kind. His "lawn" around the house was and still is rocks. But I came into his life and loved to mow. Since then, one patch after another has been turned into lush lawn. Mind you, most is mowed weeds that eventually looks pretty good from a distance. We are talking low maintenance here. However, he has seeded a few patches and is actually pretty good at lawn creation, much to my surprise given his original antipathy for the green stuff.
