Návodné shrnutí předchozího článku a bohaté obrazy... vnímám to spíš intuitivně než exaktně ( a to je to, co mě mate, neboť to k Vám moc nejde, tedy jak Vás znám) a jsem zvědavá na třetí část.
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| Pondělí, 19 Červenec 2010 13:19 | |||
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Druhý díl článku je tady. Jak jste možná zjistili z toho prvního, úvod ne vždy pravdivě popisuje to, o čem článek je. I v druhé části budeme pokračovat ve filozoficko-poetickém duchu. Po krátké diskuzi s čtenáři jsem se rozhodl navázat přesně tam kde jsem skončil a krátce se vracím i k obsahu prvního dílu. Přeji pěkné čtení.
Words of discord II.The past AND NOW YOU WANT AN ENCORE. In the first part we spoke about light and darkness, how simply can one turn into the other. We also spoke about how it can affect somebody. It indeed all depends on whether is his/her state tempered by something else or not. However, this is not about what is good or bad, please refrain from ever believing otherwise.
Discovering new things to occupy yourself with is always a plus. In fact, I hinted several times that using curiosity for your own benefit is not as hard as it seems. There is still one more thing which I left out. It is about how one rids himself of certain influences, doing so only to use them as he/she sees fit. Also about how one influences others. It is in fact the main idea behind this article. Everything else was pretty much meant to distract you from finding that out. The act of shedding oneself of influences (bad feelings also) I previously described as sending an echo. Now we shall speak more of this. This term can certainly describe a lot.
The present (or perhaps the ever-present?) Echo. It all begins with many of us wanting to exert control over our surroundings. By that I mean everything. People, animals or inanimate matter, friends or enemies, you name it. Those are the echoes which we send out without even knowing it. By that we evoke a response. And a response we get. It is rarely what we hoped for. But when certain conditions are met, the outcome can be predicted. When one acts in the only way he/she can, when one is left with no other choice and doesn't even try acting differently, he/she also creates a new echo. It is something which will cause many changes in someone else's life (and what not). Desperation is often what fuels such echoes. To merely see someone create an echo is something better to avoid. If you do nothing, if you do not act, you merely glorify the creator of the echo. Be careful who you actually glorify. Sometimes it is such a quiet thing. What I'm saying is that everybody can be affected. More so if he/she is unaware.
The first scene An echo is capable of touching multiple souls. In that lies perhaps its greatest strength. It touches almost everyone and everything. I normally do not mention these echoes, because it is very difficult to recognize what is and what is not an 'echo'. I simply know that such things exist and that I created quite a few in the past. And the effect is still felt.
A canvas. First there was nothing, now a picture appears. The stage is set. Hang on, that's not quite right. Is it a stage? The room looks like a presentation hall, not a theatre. Young man steps forth, onto the dais, perhaps little unsure of himself. He starts speaking, his voice fails at times, but now it is very strong. He speaks of things he knows to be true. He believes that a truth well presented is a truth worth listening to. The audience? They shout angrily. Animals. They do not consider it to be possible for them to be in such a position. What would they say if they were in his shoes? They would say nothing, for that is the only thing which cannot be considered to be correct or incorrect. And so the scene erodes, shouts of disbelief dissolve it like acid. Cracks start to appear. Those cracks all look like strips of snow, the scene on the canvas seems a bit easier to see in parts than as a whole. The truth is not found in the colors on the canvas, but rather in the differences between them. The speaker sighs. He steps down and falls silent. The Truth steers away from the audience and the speaker, it smiles softly as it mutters something about them not being entitled to it. It dances away on the snow, speaks word forbidden to men and disappears. The speaker sighs again. At least he finds a partial answer. Go, run away and never return, he thoughts. The modern world has no need of any truth. And one day, no truth shall be there to it.
The second scene Quite recently I was influenced by something powerful, perhaps an echo. Whatever it was, it left me with new ideas and thoughts. Art can be sometimes really powerful. Maybe you do not yet understand just how powerful such things can be. The feeling would be difficult to describe. So I will describe another instead. A feeling of listening to an echo, pushing you to seek forbidden knowledge.
Imagine a thousand voices shouting in your head. Some of them speaking of new opportunities and glorious things to be done. Others only whispering, waiting, buying their time to tell you something much more important. What? You cannot hear, the screams are deafening. So you wait, just like those unheard voices. You need a bit of peace, you seek a familiar place. Only a while, only a moment it takes. You feel like you're almost there, like you can almost tighten your grip around it, grasp the meaning behind the mystery. You reach for it, like the one before you did. You see him - a drowning man in the lake, now reaching for a floating piece of wood instead of reaching for hidden meanings and forbidden codes. As the man manages to pull himself up, you stagger, desperate to learn from his mistakes, desperate to sort it all out. The man reaches the bank, wearily he goes on, leaving the murky waters behind him. He leaves, mindful that some goals are not worth reaching. As he passes you by, his gaze meets yours. He nods at you and speaks a single word. He says: ,,Don't...". You ignore him, you don't even turn around. You stroll around for a while. Then you find a shallow place, where the water barely reaches your knees. You run across, really, really fast. Why wouldn't you? Is there any other choice? Why deny yourself all you worked so hard for? So you run and cry out in joy. Then it happens. The temperature drops, water turns into ice. You slip, hit your head, black out, forget, whatever. When you awaken, you still hold the fragments of your dream. You believe your mind held something grand, you even believe that perhaps you will remember, in time. You fool.
This is what it is like, when something affects you strongly. It is different for everyone, but you should get the general idea. And what of me? I chose a different path altogether. I decided to try something else. I started at the beginning, "unbottling" those voices. I didn't seek great truths in what I learned. I tried to act while I was still under a positive influence. The echo which I sent was as pleasant, as the one which I recently received. There was no lake, no ice and certainly no drowning.
What is there more to say? I suppose I could say that... no, I do not want to rob you of what you may gain if you finally choose to accept, to understand. The third part will conclude Words of discord. And hopefully, a discord we shall have.
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