Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Interpretation

Freud said sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Sometimes that cigar still reminds one of a cock. A brown one, maybe. If you want to, or are preped to, see the cock, the cigar is the cock. If you're thinking of branch, you'll be reminded through the rough brown. If you're hungry, the smoke may remind you of BBQs.

A cigar is a cigar. Which leads one to think of fires. Which leads one to think of forest fires. Which leads one to think of camping out on a quiet, cool night. We think about things without trying to. Our lives are one big stream of consciousness, one thought leading to another.

Interpretation is a beast that way. We cannot help but think what we think. Think of the Christian bible, and the religious groups stemmed from it. We have this text. Which everything thinks is unalterable. Basic in human society. But we have this absurd variety of groups stemmed from the belief in the God it conveys. All these readers and listeners listened to the same basic message and--shaped by their culture, history, the language they read it in--constructed these different religious societies. Catholics, Anglicans, Prebyterians, Unitarians, Latter day Saints, Jehovah's Witnesses, Baptists, blah blah. Still true one you look at Judasim. True when you look at Islam, and they kept the Qur'an in the original language.

Show 100 people the same text. You will have 100 interpretations, unique in its own subtle way.

Some might say "Well, these are just different ways to the truth." Well, they'd burn you at the stake, heretic. Every interpretation has it's power. Every affects how we stand, look, breath, talk, when where how why.

Interpretation is a beast. It has teeth that will melt you a hundred different ways. A way for your elbows. A way for your toes. Fight it and it will demolish you. Avoid it, and it will swallow you unawares. Your objectivity will be made to wear feathers and hop on a one leg. Accept the Truth. You have eyes and cannot see. You have a nose and cannot smell. Your mouth mouths the words. The word land flat.

Interpretation is to be accepted. Place a warm bowl of milk on your back pourch. Pet It softly, it loves when you scratch behind the ears.

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