The Reading Eye

chameleon - moonvoodoo

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“Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer’s work is only a kind of optical instrument he provides the reader so he can discern what he might never have seen in himself without this book. The reader’s recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book’s truth.”
― Marcel Proust

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Every person is intricate.

An individual… intricate combination of intricacies.

When two people meet, those individual intricacies intertwine.

Stories… one, two, soon becoming three… many become plenty.

Sometimes these stories create a new story as they intertwine, one made of both people, and their separate stories finding themselves in each other.

Sometimes one person overlays another with their own story, one story becomes dominant and the other person, their story, is lost underneath.

There are many intricate variations to an intricate theme…

We find ourselves in the stories of others…

We lose ourselves in the stories of others…

We discover new stories about ourselves and others by exploring the intricacies of the intricate, the stories within the stories…

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Indigo by MoonVooDoo

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These images herein have stories.

Both old and new…

The mask in both images has a very intricate tale of…

an artist, his work, his creations, and why he was creating them…

those who ended up, through travels and journeying far, in his shop, where he worked, who saw one piece and loved it…

the piece itself, what it meant for itself and what it meant to those who beheld it, whether they were the one who made it or the ones who bought it, or the one who passed by, saw it without seeing it, and…

so many other intricate moments…

this one…

the seen and unseen…

what is hidden behind what is seen and unseen…

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“Even in the most insignificant details of our daily life, none of us can be said to constitute a material whole, which is identical for everyone, and need only be turned up like a page in an account-book or the record of a will; our social personality is created by the thoughts of other people.”
― Marcel Proust

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