Understanding.....rather good understanding is the bases for every relationship.... to love/hate/like/dislike....or simply feel for a person....one needs to understand him/her....Without understanding, all these feelings are superfluous...People often get confused between ‘knowing’ and ‘understanding’.... According to me, comparatively it’s much easier to know a person than to understand...Knowing is not much more than mere details or information, which you can obviously elicit from various other sources....well, am not attempting to slenderize the importance of knowing...but what values more is understanding...it’s deep...and the ‘knowledge’ does not guarantee better understanding though sometimes it makes the task easier...
All the time we are aware of million of things around us- these changing shapes, endless roads, chirping of birds, the sound of an engine, each rock and weed and fence post and piece of debris beside the road- aware of these things but not really conscious of them unless there is something unusual or unless they reflect something we are predisposed to see. Almost same thing happens with the gestures, expressions, reflexes, silences...we all are aware of these simple attributes but scarce give a damn...True, we could not possibly be conscious of these things and remember all of them because our mind would be so full of useless details we would be unable to think. But shit happens when from all this awareness we select, according to our convenience, as what we select and call consciousness is never the same as the awareness because the process of selection mutates it. We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world...
Once we have the handful of sand, the world of which we are conscious, a process of discrimination goes to work on it. We divide the sand into parts. This and that. Here and there. Black and white. Now and then. The discrimination is the division of the conscious universe into parts. And not to forget here we had already left some of the important attributes...which actually are important to understand a person as a whole....and the discrimination according to our own mental faculty clutters the actual image...
The handful of sand looks uniform at first, but the longer we look on it the more diverse we find it to be. Each grain of sand is different. No two are alike. Some are similar in one way, some are similar in another way, and we can form the sand into separate piles on the basis of this similarity and dissimilarity. We think the process of subdivision and classification would come to an end somewhere, but it doesn’t. It just goes on and on.
Classical understanding is concerned with the piles and the basis for sorting and interrelating them. Romantic understanding is directed toward the handful of sand before the sorting begins. Both are valid ways of looking at the world although irreconcilable with each other.
What is more important is to unite the two kind of understanding into one. Such an understanding will not reject sand-sorting or contemplation of unsorted sand for its own sake. Such an understanding will instead seek to direct attention to the endless landscape from which the sand is taken.
The major problem occurs when we encounter changes. No doubt with a change something is almost always killed. But what is less noticed in the arts-something is always created too....which is just an extension of personality...or we can call it growth...And instead of just dwelling on what is killed (or sometimes just commuted) it’s also important to see what’s created and to see the process as a kind of death-birth continuity that is neither good or bad, but just is....
All the time we are aware of million of things around us- these changing shapes, endless roads, chirping of birds, the sound of an engine, each rock and weed and fence post and piece of debris beside the road- aware of these things but not really conscious of them unless there is something unusual or unless they reflect something we are predisposed to see. Almost same thing happens with the gestures, expressions, reflexes, silences...we all are aware of these simple attributes but scarce give a damn...True, we could not possibly be conscious of these things and remember all of them because our mind would be so full of useless details we would be unable to think. But shit happens when from all this awareness we select, according to our convenience, as what we select and call consciousness is never the same as the awareness because the process of selection mutates it. We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world...
Once we have the handful of sand, the world of which we are conscious, a process of discrimination goes to work on it. We divide the sand into parts. This and that. Here and there. Black and white. Now and then. The discrimination is the division of the conscious universe into parts. And not to forget here we had already left some of the important attributes...which actually are important to understand a person as a whole....and the discrimination according to our own mental faculty clutters the actual image...
The handful of sand looks uniform at first, but the longer we look on it the more diverse we find it to be. Each grain of sand is different. No two are alike. Some are similar in one way, some are similar in another way, and we can form the sand into separate piles on the basis of this similarity and dissimilarity. We think the process of subdivision and classification would come to an end somewhere, but it doesn’t. It just goes on and on.
Classical understanding is concerned with the piles and the basis for sorting and interrelating them. Romantic understanding is directed toward the handful of sand before the sorting begins. Both are valid ways of looking at the world although irreconcilable with each other.
What is more important is to unite the two kind of understanding into one. Such an understanding will not reject sand-sorting or contemplation of unsorted sand for its own sake. Such an understanding will instead seek to direct attention to the endless landscape from which the sand is taken.
The major problem occurs when we encounter changes. No doubt with a change something is almost always killed. But what is less noticed in the arts-something is always created too....which is just an extension of personality...or we can call it growth...And instead of just dwelling on what is killed (or sometimes just commuted) it’s also important to see what’s created and to see the process as a kind of death-birth continuity that is neither good or bad, but just is....
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I am not your fan just like that, you yourself have given me reasons :)
Hey that's a BiG Compliment...am obliged :)
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