I haven’t! But it reminds of a piece I have written about reading, and the disappointment of finding that someone else has beaten you to an idea, but the joy that comes later when you realise that you are on a path that others have already walked…
When I first came across the idea that we create our world and things in it I confess I struggled with the more concrete part of my brain that couldn't quite fit that into its logical and unimaginative matrix. The more open bit of me was intrigued and felt drawn to the idea.
Here you fuse the two in a way that bridges that divide and has echoes of Iain M's work on left and right brain hemispheres.
My sense is, though, that it takes a certain looseness, an accommodation with uncertainty to be ready to see this way of understanding what is real. In this age of increasing anxiety as the old certainties fall away the ability to make the distinction becomes too big a bridge to cross for many. Certainty - any certainty, justifiable or not - becomes a life raft from which few want to re-enter the water.
Your lovely essay reminds of the Annais Nin saying: We don’t see the world as it is; we see it as we are
So true, and what we are is changing, not stable. It really is a dance…
Exacto mundo
thank you so much for this invitation to linger with the many wolves and ways of seeing
Thank you for lingering Katherine…. Which makes me wonder about malingering…
Lovely stuff. Have you read Adam Weymouth’s Lone Wolf? He is looking through many others eyes at the wolf to discover what it reveals about us.
I haven’t! But it reminds of a piece I have written about reading, and the disappointment of finding that someone else has beaten you to an idea, but the joy that comes later when you realise that you are on a path that others have already walked…
When I first came across the idea that we create our world and things in it I confess I struggled with the more concrete part of my brain that couldn't quite fit that into its logical and unimaginative matrix. The more open bit of me was intrigued and felt drawn to the idea.
Here you fuse the two in a way that bridges that divide and has echoes of Iain M's work on left and right brain hemispheres.
My sense is, though, that it takes a certain looseness, an accommodation with uncertainty to be ready to see this way of understanding what is real. In this age of increasing anxiety as the old certainties fall away the ability to make the distinction becomes too big a bridge to cross for many. Certainty - any certainty, justifiable or not - becomes a life raft from which few want to re-enter the water.
It’s a kind of ‘epistemic humility’ I think…an awareness of the incompleteness of our knowledge…