Friday, 23. February 2007
23 februrary 2007 - words, stories, realities... so what
hedwellegotanze, 11:40h
it is intriguing, that question of how words become stories become realities. the words themselves are not realities. No words are no realities either.
It is all about the story. It is not about the words. No-words, silence, can create a story just as much as words, the voice or the ink, can. And the stories become realities in that we let the story lead our action, influence our words. When we believe the stories, they unfold their inherent, subversive power to create realities.
every reality is a story. And one reality can be several stories.
The story we wish for.
The story we think to wish for.
The story we think is the true story,
The story we think should be the true story.
The story we think is the false story.
The story we hold the right story, the story we hold the wrong story.
The Ich-Story. The Uber-Ich story. The story for the other. The story for me.
We often choose to take one of these stories to be the leading one. That defining one. But the stories are all there, at the same time, and all of them influence reality.
We act upon all these stories. Thus forming that one reality. And if i am unable to choose my action, then it is because i cannot choose the story to lead that action.
If I want to see behind my reality i must see behind the stories. But that already implies that there is a think like "my reality". And there is. Reality is. No matter how many philosophical or theoretical approaches I chose to ponder to find out the quality of reality, or shared rality. The reality is. I will not let anyone tell me that it wasn't. That the feelings are "not real" because they were based on the "wrong" story, or a story that did not reflect, was far away, from the reality that was.
This was real. This is real. At the end of the day that is all that counts for me.
To ponder on how the words created the story, how the story created new stories, and how all of them created a reality, is a wonderful excercise. It can help to understand. It can help to channel re-interpret the stories, as well as the realities. It can help to answer the question "how on earth could this happen." But that is it. The catch word here is happen. It did happen. It became a reality. And i do not want to denounce that reality by ways of completely squeeze it in a corset of theory.
Because there is always the danger that we let the theory dominate. That we interpret reality according to a theory. A theory that fits. That we look for the theory that fits. That we even denounce the existence of reality because of a theory.
I refuse to do that.
I will not give the theory the power to retaliate.
what makes the table stable?
It is all about the story. It is not about the words. No-words, silence, can create a story just as much as words, the voice or the ink, can. And the stories become realities in that we let the story lead our action, influence our words. When we believe the stories, they unfold their inherent, subversive power to create realities.
every reality is a story. And one reality can be several stories.
The story we wish for.
The story we think to wish for.
The story we think is the true story,
The story we think should be the true story.
The story we think is the false story.
The story we hold the right story, the story we hold the wrong story.
The Ich-Story. The Uber-Ich story. The story for the other. The story for me.
We often choose to take one of these stories to be the leading one. That defining one. But the stories are all there, at the same time, and all of them influence reality.
We act upon all these stories. Thus forming that one reality. And if i am unable to choose my action, then it is because i cannot choose the story to lead that action.
If I want to see behind my reality i must see behind the stories. But that already implies that there is a think like "my reality". And there is. Reality is. No matter how many philosophical or theoretical approaches I chose to ponder to find out the quality of reality, or shared rality. The reality is. I will not let anyone tell me that it wasn't. That the feelings are "not real" because they were based on the "wrong" story, or a story that did not reflect, was far away, from the reality that was.
This was real. This is real. At the end of the day that is all that counts for me.
To ponder on how the words created the story, how the story created new stories, and how all of them created a reality, is a wonderful excercise. It can help to understand. It can help to channel re-interpret the stories, as well as the realities. It can help to answer the question "how on earth could this happen." But that is it. The catch word here is happen. It did happen. It became a reality. And i do not want to denounce that reality by ways of completely squeeze it in a corset of theory.
Because there is always the danger that we let the theory dominate. That we interpret reality according to a theory. A theory that fits. That we look for the theory that fits. That we even denounce the existence of reality because of a theory.
I refuse to do that.
I will not give the theory the power to retaliate.
what makes the table stable?
