Monday, May 23, 2011

Find your own light

You'll never see what I see. You can look and I can describe, but you'll never see what I see.

You can hear what I hear. Sound is nothing more than a pulse of air slamming into the side of your head. Hear away.

You can smell what I smell and taste what I taste. No difference in those two senses, really. You smell shit, or you taste shit, it's because little particles of shit landed on your buds and stimulated them and yep, that's shit. Smell flowers, that's pollen. Taste her perfume, that's skunk piss, and so what because her neck was salt-sweaty anyway just like the rest of her, and you'll taste saltier parts later.

And touch? What about touch? Same reaction is what we all have. Prick a finger, pull away. Finger a prick, lean toward. We aren't unique. We all share the same touch, don't we, and wasn't that a brilliant twist of words!

Those other senses are trite. It's sight that matters. Sound doesn't travel through The Great Black Nothing. You can't taste another universe, or smell the Milky Way, or hear the moon. I suppose you can feel the sun, but let me stop you right there -- you feel the sun's light.

And it's the light you see. We can see it all, and I see it my way, and you see it yours, and you aren't allowed to look through my little window. Because every time you try, I'm gonna shut my eyes and say, Find your own damned window! This one's taken.


- Eric

7 comments:

Cindy said...

That felt good to read... a nice mix of descriptive and thought provoking and funny. Thank you for sharing it.

Roland D. Yeomans said...

The filter of our minds take common smells, sights, and sounds, making them our own.

What is that old joke, about the father who tried to bolster his pessimistic son and dampen his optimistic son with two presents. He gave the dour son a ten speed bike. And to the upbeat son, he gave a wrapped box of horse shit.

The dour son unwrapped his 10 speed bike, complaining of having to shift all those gears. The upbeat son unwrapped the box of horse shit and whooped for joy, "Wow! Where there's horse shit, there just has to be a pony somewhere!"

Ted Cross said...

I've always heard or read that people experience touch and taste and smell differently from each other also. Sure, shit will almost be the same to each of us, but it will be very slightly different also.

Donna Hole said...

Profound thinking here Eric. I try to keep all theses differences in mind when writing my characters. There are so many differenct ways to experience a scene.

.......dhole

Raquel Byrnes said...

I love your rants. They're entertaining and often funny. You can turn a phrase...for sure. =)
Edge of Your Seat Romance

Phoenix said...

It still blows my mind to think that people experience things differently, and I think you're right that when people discover that their first intuition is to muscle into someone else's window or point of view.

It's much better to keep your own window and try to point out that, despite the differences, everyone is looking at the same damn beautiful thing. :)

Wine and Words said...

Sounds like you've been plagiarized! I loved this commentary. Strong and definitive. BACK THE FUCK UP (beep beep beep)