On Understanding: Banality of truth and constant confusion
The totality of the human soul these days is corrupt. Humans in their entirety are looking old now. I’ve been stumbling over pieces of literature, from every genre. Gambling my luck to find something that breaks my illusion of grand and romantic pay-back towards, literature. Sometimes after a good day’s read, I would not understand anything, have you ever felt the same? Trying to read sentences and breaking letters but still not understanding anything at all.
I’ve been reading George R.R Martin’s Epic telling of the House of Targaryen ‘Fire and Blood’ The book is about capturing their broken but subtle legacy with pure bloodlines and nasty dragons. It starts and is set before 300 years of the Game of Thrones (It’s portrayal of lost time.) I’m confused with the approach the book has taken to tell this story, It reminds me of Tarkovsky, he said that History is not time, nor is evolution, they’re both Consequences. Is the moving on of the sons and daughters of the house of Targaryen from one generation to another and is the development and the world building all a consequence that Martin is capturing or is he really trying to capture the sense of and texture of time?
“History is still not time; nor is evolution. They are both consequences. Time is a state: the flame in which there lives the salamander of the human soul.”
I never understood the truth and behind it the idea of understanding. I comprehend Hume’s Fork, Truth may be true in only one of two ways, either in relation to ideas like the Pythagorean theorem or in matters of facts. The idea that one understands and that one doesn’t. It might be simple but it is challenging my notion of truth and behind it the idea of understanding. I cannot negate my understanding of understanding or my not understanding. Any part of any idea may be understood or maybe not by anyone and everyone. Is not understanding part of the process to reach a higher truth, or is it that any idea that was ever incepted was and is a hoax?
The chair that was broken by its third leg:
The sky was green, and somewhere lost in it was a pink gun.
The buildings are weak… the mighty is fallible, but not me.
I’ve seen them. The phrases are hidden and the guns are out.
The dumb sons of tie-wearing aristocrats, run and sin and sit…
The grandkid was right, he should’ve killed her…
The building went into literal pieces.
Was it a metaphor, or could it have been?
Those dumb sons, they sin gravely for father maketh them sit on the chair that was broken by its third leg.
Write to me. Follow me. Read my beautiful sentences. Read my beautiful words. You don’t understand. Write to me. Follow me. Read. Beautiful. Words. You don’t understand.
He is sleeping, again dreaming of some pink guns and buildings, he is about to wake up by the ringer of his alarm that might just be as non-existent as him. He has to go to work, just like yesterday and a day before that and a day before that. The morning is shady and he has dreamed of this morning earlier…he might have seen this morning earlier, (Maybe the corpse that is dreaming of him to you?) he has felt this morning earlier, ignoring the shades and layers to his thought he asks you in a voice just like your father “Do you understand?” You don’t answer, you don’t know why. He is now walking to work just like he did yesterday, and the day before that, and a day before that.
There are some things that are truly and fiercely believed. The world is being raped right now and the justification for it is a consequence of a belief in the world being Gray. There is nothing truly at stake here, at least morally. Men and Women from different societies and different cultures are fine with a Gray world being raped. This only reminds me of the cruel poetry in the banality of evil.
This was the 23rd time that I watched David Lynch’s ‘Mullholland Dr’ There is something about the film that strikes me every time. The only thing I loathe and detest about this film is the hunger it gives me for understanding something. It’s been 5 years since I first saw it, it has grown on me. I consider Mullholland Dr’ as the most important film of the last century.
He is walking to work now and he is caught in a depressing but decorated gyre. He might be in the dream of a corpse. He is confused for the route is not right today, and something is wrong, he knows you’ve been following him all along. He while walking to work whispers to you in a voice that you’ve never heard, that you don’t know, he then while walking to work asks you the same question again and again and then again…you don’t know, you stop following him, he is far away now, there is a striking echo from far away…He is screaming to you “Do you Understand?”