The fact is, I don’t know. Where should the line be drawn
and who is really qualified to draw it? I keep coming back to that favourite
dictum of mine:
Perception is the
whole of the life experience.
I suspect that perception is more individualised than we
think it is. I suspect that the seemingly homogeneous quality of what we regard
as ‘normal’ perception is often an act generated subconsciously by the majority
of people in order to belong to their tribe. Maybe that’s what sanity is – the ability
to subconsciously generate the requisite appearance of perception. I haven’t a
clue, but it does raise a question:
How can we know what our friends and neighbours get up to
when darkness falls and the curtains are drawn, much less what secret thoughts
they keep locked up in their heads?
* * *
I thought I’d post a couple more of those arty pictures that
I used to think were dead good, but no longer do.
I seem to recall having Kafka vaguely in mind when I took
this one. It doesn’t have a title, but maybe it should. Maybe it should be
called Awaiting the Verdict, or some
such. Or maybe it shouldn’t.
And this is a picture of an old door that I greatly admired
at one time. It doesn’t have a title either, but maybe it answers a question.
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