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Tuesday, August 30, 2005 2:01 PM
clara has nthin much to say. i'm just contemplating, thinking about thinking.i'm wondering...shld i think about dreams? pictographic labyrinth ( xD my new love that i found in the super rich nyp library) did inspire me to think about dreams...alot.and about acceptance and love and my bit of sky and you and drawing and me. are you thinking of me :) ? the book makes you think.
think about thinking and think about things. it moves me, and made me feel sad after reading it. its not a sad story, really. everyone will feel differently aft reading it. but it intrigues me and makes me feel sad :(
Below is an extract from Pictographic Labyrinth, copyright of Hsin-Chien Huang, and published by Storynest.
to whom it may concern.
It is said that long ago, man's vision was not inhibited by symbols or pictures.Their sight moved freely in any dimension. At that time, images they perceived vibrated with freedom and feeling. When extraterrestrials visited the Earth thousands of years ago, they were attracted by this kind of freedom. But their admiration quickly turned into envy and jealousy.
These extraterrestrials could not accept the fact that such a primitive race could have this kind of freedom. Therefore, they hit upon a vicious plan. Before leaving Earth, they taught Man how to communicate by means of repetitious syllables and visual symbols arranged on flat surface. They named it "language". This "language" forever limited the movement of the human eye to horizontal and vertical directions. Even when Man gazed into the distant sky, subconciously, his cerebral cortex still ordered his eyes to decode the hidden cryptogram he believed lay embedded within the imagery.
It is said that this evil curse can only be broken during the hours of deep sleep, when the brain finally gives up its futile control and the eyes are sheltered beneath the eyelids. Today the familiar pictures of freedom and feeling known to our ancestors, upon awakening become unrecallable memories brimful with inarticulate longing. Such a regret explains the tears that fill our eyes when we yawn.
unrecallable memories brimful with inarticulate longing.
art is so much more beautiful and surrealistic compared to science. clara loves her art :)
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pictographic labyrinth
clara has nthin much to say. i'm just contemplating, thinking about thinking.i'm wondering...shld i think about dreams? pictographic labyrinth ( xD my new love that i found in the super rich nyp library) did inspire me to think about dreams...alot.and about acceptance and love and my bit of sky and you and drawing and me. are you thinking of me :) ? the book makes you think.
think about thinking and think about things. it moves me, and made me feel sad after reading it. its not a sad story, really. everyone will feel differently aft reading it. but it intrigues me and makes me feel sad :(
Below is an extract from Pictographic Labyrinth, copyright of Hsin-Chien Huang, and published by Storynest.
to whom it may concern.
It is said that long ago, man's vision was not inhibited by symbols or pictures.Their sight moved freely in any dimension. At that time, images they perceived vibrated with freedom and feeling. When extraterrestrials visited the Earth thousands of years ago, they were attracted by this kind of freedom. But their admiration quickly turned into envy and jealousy.
These extraterrestrials could not accept the fact that such a primitive race could have this kind of freedom. Therefore, they hit upon a vicious plan. Before leaving Earth, they taught Man how to communicate by means of repetitious syllables and visual symbols arranged on flat surface. They named it "language". This "language" forever limited the movement of the human eye to horizontal and vertical directions. Even when Man gazed into the distant sky, subconciously, his cerebral cortex still ordered his eyes to decode the hidden cryptogram he believed lay embedded within the imagery.
It is said that this evil curse can only be broken during the hours of deep sleep, when the brain finally gives up its futile control and the eyes are sheltered beneath the eyelids. Today the familiar pictures of freedom and feeling known to our ancestors, upon awakening become unrecallable memories brimful with inarticulate longing. Such a regret explains the tears that fill our eyes when we yawn.
unrecallable memories brimful with inarticulate longing.
art is so much more beautiful and surrealistic compared to science. clara loves her art :)
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