I’m calling on all the cranks, weirdos, lapsed Gnostics and associated crypto-Jungians who come upon this to try and make some larger sense of the whole thing. Last night I had a dream…
I was entered into a photography contest, where each photographer was given a list of “things” to take pictures of. My words were almost exclusively luxury items — jewelery, perfume, etc…I found myself wandering around in a heated haze, enraged at the task I had been given. Everywhere I looked I was immersed in a fun house Benjamin-esque world — an arcades. Effectively a marketplace of endless baubles — multi-colored perfume bottles and exquisite earings — Objet d’art surrounding me like a cocoon. So many images and colors and shapes — all somehow representative of lifeless bounty. For some time it seemed nothing I looked at had any aesthetic meaning. It was all just a bunch of pretty stuff.
Then, finally, light started to play with the objects around me. The sun hung low in the sky. Angles and meaning formed — the beautiful things became truly beautiful. In their imperfection. I felt as if I was making images beyond the human limit — light catching every speck of dust and little nick and ding in these suddenly real and humble things. No longer was it just bejeweled and flawless — rather these multi-faceted objects became encrusted universes of complexity, each shaped in unique and timeless fashion.
When I awoke a sense of sadness came over me and I was very confused about the meaning of what I remembered. I felt out of time. And I still asked myself, moreover; “Why is it this among all possible worlds that I experienced at this point?”
So I turn it over to more objective sources outside myself…And ask, again, why?