Do you see me? When I put me here? Can you invent me to life?Am I real to you? Do I appear to be alive, do the words and photos breathe? Am I more deeply human, more capable of impression, more authentic, more omniscient because you perceive me? Will I be everlasting because I propel myself out of myself and into you with the way I expose me to you to show you that I am relevant, that I exist, that I am. Will that make me always? Now that I come to your mind and you consider me in your thoughts does that conjure me into your dreams? And if you dream me, does that mean I may be in the dream of the eternal as long as dreams exist? Because I write to you of me and show you me and you see my face and my words and my thoughts that I think... and you regard me real... Am I forever because of you?
posted by SPOA | 4:29 PM
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The answer to most of these questions is “yes.” Apart from where that would mean that your existence, authenticity, humanity, etc. would to depend on the mere fact that you’re noticed or perceived by someone – in this case, by your readers (with the exception of your existence in dreams, including the dream of the eternal). I know that it’s hard to accept, and probably more so for a poet and a writer, but it’s actually the other way around: we exist because of you. Our lives wouldn’t be the same without you, and in that way, you are relevant to us. More than you may realize.
I am?....ask in front of the mirror. The answers you are looking for will come from within.
Hello :), Its like a collection of collective questions. Something I've been thinking about because of the book Immortality by Milan Kundera.
But this was inspired by a conversation I was having with my oldest child when I pointed out to him something he was doing that was making the rest of us uncomfortable (he is extroverted, we are introverted). He was putting himself WAY out there in public...
Anyhow, my accusation caused some tension between us as I smugly accused him of being a show-off to make himself feel more real, but then, I thought to myself,"Wait a minute, and WHOA, now what is THAT projection, Karen?"
So I examined it ~ went within :) ~ and came up with this; regarding the things we do to make ourselves feel or think ourselves more real, but more importantly, immortal.
Thank you for your comments AA and A :)
celluloid, baby.
or rather, digital.
not cellulite, though. never cellulite.
Speaking of cellulite.. oh nm, I'm talking to you on messenger :)
Yeah right. Blame the kid :D
I just asked the mirror myself and it told me to shave and get a haircut. There's another side to it though; something about nearness and warmth.
I need to get my hands on that book.
Yes you are real, not because of me, but because you have made yourself real by sharing yourself. The reality that you are to me is fragmented. The reality is focused and selected not all is shared. This is a wonderful new reality of the day we live in. To be open to share without fear of being too close. Yes, K, you are real....
.Mark
Ok, so now we have established that k is real because she shared herself (albeit it in an apparently fragmented, focused and selected way, but one can’t have everything) on the internet. Does that mean that she would have been less real if she hadn’t, or if pretence10x hadn’t noticed it? I wonder what’s so wonderful – or real - about a so-called reality in which people only exist when they’re being seen. And yet, more and more people seem to believe that their existence depends on someone else’s perception.
It's a bit embarrassing to read this now. I remember that I meant well, but I can't always find the right words to express what I mean.
What I should have said is that it was a particularly good post.
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