AT THE HEART OF A FACT
What is fact and what is not fact? What is real and what is the gossamer mirage of an imagination?
When I look out of the window and see a tree there springs a question. I see the leaves and branches with the vocabulary of fragments. I name the tree in words. Neither the idiom of fragments nor the words really get me to be in touch with the fact - the fact of what is there. I then try to see without thought. What I see, what I experience is neither a description nor an image. There is something out there and that is a fact - I call it a tree. By calling it a tree I lose that something. In touch with that something I am wordless. To discover fact one has to cast away from the moorings of words and images, so affectionately engraved in our minds.
April 18, 1989
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An excellent way to put something in words and share the experience. Thanks!
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