Images of Dust
I always seem to come back to the book and I suppose it is normal having spent so much time in it even if it is in a distant past and altogether it has some good parts and/or principles and the age alone makes it interesting. So here it is again.
Gen 3:19 In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
So we are dust and air and no air and we are but dust. The spirit of the earth.
Exo 20:4 Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth:
Exo 20:5 Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God,
This century seems to take IMAGES for granted but it was not so for thousands and thousands of years.
Images in the past were hard work plus they were ultimately almost always lies as one would embellish, alter, an image for a thousand reasons: fear, greed, twisted conception, artistic license etc.
And it seems to be a point of contention in more than one folklore: Muslims and mosque, Africans indigenous afraid of losing their "souls" (breath, air), Australian Aborigines warnings here on the television every time the image of someone dead might appear.
Even by today's standards most images are still lies, no need for a YouTube video here on make-up and Photoshop.
Images also are very important in celebs worshiping, Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them, well if paying a fortune to paparazzi is NOT bowing and serving I don't know what it is.
Even an untouched image becomes a lie in no time because Father Time is never done with His ravaging entropic work. How often does one catch oneself dreaming about a girl or a boy in a movie just to realize that either the worshiped youth is now 90 years old and as wrinkled as an old rotten apple or even worst nothing but a pile of dust and your little fantasizing has just become a creepy necrophilia in real time.
It seems to give weight and value to the many warnings we've had for millenniums against images of all sorts. Reality, Truth therefore would not, could not, be an image as Reality is constantly changing and an image is not.
So where does this leave us in this age of a TV in every single waiting room and digital cameras on every mobile phone?
Well here we go again with this cross between an elephant and a rhino?
What do you get?
(Hell if I know for the thick ones) :)
But where there is smoke there is fire and therefore food for thought about image worshiping or just image "engraving" of any kind the Hollywoodian or others.
So start feeding that grey matter of yours before it turns into grey dust soon.
P.S. that still leaves to "explain" my 25,000 Travel Photos I would never delete for all the money in the world! LOL
Nostalgia is not what it used to be but I happen to love Nostalgia.
Plus also the joy and beauty as ephemeral as it is that one finds in photography. I am all for the ephemeral since that is all we are dust unto dust and ephemeral for the ephemerals, small pleasures.
Transitory pleasures in the Transitorium!
Maybe that is what is the "trouble" about images.
It is not the Schopenhauer's
Not minding the times but the eternities
it is rather maybe
Not minding the eternities but minding the times
but what else is a straitened temporal temporary terrian supposed to do?