* I can feel those metaphorical lenses clicking past images in the back of my mind, shaping how I see the ordinary things.* I appreciate how you've described what I carry with me daylong in my tactile "doings". Sometimes it's a treasured piece once handled by a loved one; sometimes it's chipped oak wood being spread around new plants.
I also appreciate the thoughtful comments from your readers. =)
Right? Myself, i'm just a mechanic who reads a lot. With the little community we have regularly showing up, we all have the chance to help each other get a wee bit better.
My Grandmother had a Stereoscope with pictures from WW1. That was passed to my Mom who passed it on to me. I recently passed it on to my sister for her kids. I recall - as a small child - being amazed at both the technical aspect of a 3D picture from 2x 2D pictures. But what left the deepest marks were the pictures. Lots of blown up and destroyed towns and cratered fields, (no pictures of dead humans) but the worse one was a picture of a sunken country road lined with the blasted stumps and splintered trees and dozens of dead horses, and the wagons they were pulling, laid out in a line at the feet of the trees. Since the horses were intact, as it were, it was probably a gas attack that killed them. I think at that point, I lost a little bit of my faith in both humanity in general and adults specifically.
Oh, that’s sad! My pictures were happy. Animals, mostly. As I remember; the little pasteboard box fell completely apart and the whole thing was lost to the years long ago.
OK, you're gonna hate this, but I love this one. No “yes/no but”. I agreed all the way through (sue me !) My stereoscopes were, in fact many, but the main ones and in that order, were/are literature, science and science fiction. To equip. Yes. This is also why I write --first to equip myself, then hopefully others. And why I share so much stuff political et al. (and beautiful , very diverse, things) on the damn facebook, in the hope that. Kind of a human duty. Well, I was a teacher, too, I guess it doesn't go away.
I'll give you a pass ... this time! *chuckle* you are one of the most thoughtful readers i have, sloppy thinking doesn’t get past you guys. I'm glad you liked this one.
This. You have explained in depth why Project Archimedes is a free SubStack. I'm not here to pick up a few pennies for my thoughts. I'm here to shake the tree and see who falls out of it. To talk to truly brilliant humans about important things because that's exactly what is needed and what I enjoy. The whole point is to challenge myself and those around me to be the best versions of ourselves and to make a difference. I see you. I respect the mission.
* I can feel those metaphorical lenses clicking past images in the back of my mind, shaping how I see the ordinary things.* I appreciate how you've described what I carry with me daylong in my tactile "doings". Sometimes it's a treasured piece once handled by a loved one; sometimes it's chipped oak wood being spread around new plants.
I also appreciate the thoughtful comments from your readers. =)
Right? Myself, i'm just a mechanic who reads a lot. With the little community we have regularly showing up, we all have the chance to help each other get a wee bit better.
My Grandmother had a Stereoscope with pictures from WW1. That was passed to my Mom who passed it on to me. I recently passed it on to my sister for her kids. I recall - as a small child - being amazed at both the technical aspect of a 3D picture from 2x 2D pictures. But what left the deepest marks were the pictures. Lots of blown up and destroyed towns and cratered fields, (no pictures of dead humans) but the worse one was a picture of a sunken country road lined with the blasted stumps and splintered trees and dozens of dead horses, and the wagons they were pulling, laid out in a line at the feet of the trees. Since the horses were intact, as it were, it was probably a gas attack that killed them. I think at that point, I lost a little bit of my faith in both humanity in general and adults specifically.
Oh, that’s sad! My pictures were happy. Animals, mostly. As I remember; the little pasteboard box fell completely apart and the whole thing was lost to the years long ago.
So, are you saying that the Brain is a Ship of Theseus?
Every bolt and plank of it. At least, this is my current theory.
OK, you're gonna hate this, but I love this one. No “yes/no but”. I agreed all the way through (sue me !) My stereoscopes were, in fact many, but the main ones and in that order, were/are literature, science and science fiction. To equip. Yes. This is also why I write --first to equip myself, then hopefully others. And why I share so much stuff political et al. (and beautiful , very diverse, things) on the damn facebook, in the hope that. Kind of a human duty. Well, I was a teacher, too, I guess it doesn't go away.
I'll give you a pass ... this time! *chuckle* you are one of the most thoughtful readers i have, sloppy thinking doesn’t get past you guys. I'm glad you liked this one.
This. You have explained in depth why Project Archimedes is a free SubStack. I'm not here to pick up a few pennies for my thoughts. I'm here to shake the tree and see who falls out of it. To talk to truly brilliant humans about important things because that's exactly what is needed and what I enjoy. The whole point is to challenge myself and those around me to be the best versions of ourselves and to make a difference. I see you. I respect the mission.
I knew you would. See you soon, friend!