climbing out of
chaos’ cave
humbled by the desire
to know what
lies behind the truth
we carry a burden
so heavy with doubt
that we remember to forget
that our lives are
but a colourful-fleeting breath
of stale air
Life is a game, or life is a stage, and we are its players. We play the game of life in exchange for adventures, for joy, and for the brief moment of radical freedom. Where nothing infringes upon our being. Where our being can just, well, be.
Recently, the fiancé and I played some games while we drank a glass of wine. There was nothing but radical freedom, until the desire to photograph the event took over and I grabbed my camera. The moment was just of such a nature that I wanted to photograph it, to eternalise it in some regards.
The colourful blocks can represent our lives; we are but blocks that wait to tumble down. This is not a bad thing, as one might think. The good thing about breaking down the tower at each instance is the potential of rebuilding it into something new. It is nog necessarily into something better that we will build our towers, but just something different, something else. Because doing the same thing over and over might yield predictable outcomes, but that is just it: it will never be different. By challenging ourselves to rebuild anew, different, we can become alterity, otherness, something else.
We are but builders, building away, trying to make sense of this cacophony of difference. Our only resource of security is familiarity, but this is fiction at best. We are but a mixture of thinking we have security while we are in fact dumped and thrown into utter confusion. Can we ever escape this labyrinth? Should we? Are we not here to seek out this place, to become familiar in and with the unfamiliar and chaos? Man was placed onto earth to create order from disorder; but here we are not able to make sense of anything. Man failed to create order from chaos.
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At least we could play with these blocks, in a state of utter innocence and bewilderment but in which we could find a strange type of solace and peace.
For now, happy photographing and keep well.
All of the photographs used in this post are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Nikkor 50mm lens.
The musings and writings are also my own, albeit created somewhat by the wine but more by this strange freedom in the unfree, the chaos in the orderly, and the beautiful in the everyday.
P.S. This is your reminder to never think of yourself as too old to play games. Be young of spirit till the day you lay your head down for the last time!