reflection

I am reflecting upon reflection.

I am reflecting upon reflection. I am reflecting upon that you are reflecting, and that you are reflecting on that you are reflecting, and reflecting in such a way , that you are observing , that your own reactions - regarding every step of this reflecting - is something very much alike what "happens" to the painter ,who now and then is lifting up his brush and watching where this or that stroke has been carrying him or her, and when the painter learns from this, and carefully remembers from where he came and whereto the last stroke of the paintbrush has brought him or her.

This painter is also -like the reflecting on reflection-person - liable to be brooding over why this or that stroke brought this or that effect, as if he or she went into his or her own head or even - with a skilled manuevre - into his or her own eyes and in these places was watching sole receptors and small things like tiny nerve threads and so on….

Likewise, in a nearly analogous way, it might as well happen, that the one who is reflecting at the same time keeps watching his reflex upon the recent thought.

He or she has to initially think and determine whether the reflection, the thought, brought to him or her any new knowledge, if he or she has added two and two and been able to watch the outcome of "four",( or "five" ), or/and if the reflecting brought him or her a special feeling, i.e. altered his emotional state in any observable way, i.e. if the state of feeling after the reflection is contrasting the state before the reflection, and whether these feelings are frank opposites or if they are in a continuous (smoother) line or something like that …..

Now, if it has turned out to be so, to be that lucky, that he or she eventually is finding out, that this reflection did not stop by the fact that two and two equals four or that the feelings are radically different in shape, but that it has emerged a deep insight about that his or her life, - it might be his or her life that was the subject here - , meant this or that, and actually that life in fact ought to have exactly this meaning to everyone on this earth, every man and woman, and that this insight not only was different but mighty original and very beautiful and solemn in such a way, that the reflection had been transferring him or her to another land, another country, another continent, another planet - figuratively speaking - a continent between everything he or she until this moment had been experiencing in such a way that it had both a very strong Realitas and still , or yet no such Realitas that anybody ( with any sense in his or her head ) could call this a discovery ( or invention ) - it was both real and not real, it was certainly beautiful and it was certainly a step forward, a step taken by reflection, which had brought him or her into a land , a land he or she almost was certain never to have visited any time before.

He or she was like the painter, when this person not only has painted or painted accurate or painted beautiful or painted professionally, but when the painter has painted something, into which he or she wanted to stay, to be ( or to paint from behind, from inside it… ) and determined that he or she wanted to paint again, again … and even again. In such a way, to that amount has the reflecting person arised - , that much the reflecting person´s I, or Me , is fond of, or in love with, it´s reflection in it´s land of reflection, where Realitas, i.e. ( the famous ) reality really has so very much abnormal reality or not much such reality at all.

This is - now - basically an analogy, a kind of double movement, a comparison, and - which clever people since long have pointed out: analogies do not prove anything! This comparison, which sums up everything in the fact, that what is compared, ends up in a very special place, where you can loosen up, take a deep breath and so on …, in short: a place where the GREAT FREEDOM reigns with her sole sovereignty. And it is - yet - not a negative freedom at all - id est : a freedom from …..

If you each and every day has managed to reach a new, certain, such ( ! )Realitas of Freedom, of Nothing , you might every day experience this Nothing seen from it's reverse, from the Within of Nothing, the back of it, - being able to look at the picture from it´s within - and every such day would be like a blessing to you, a blessing stamped by the mark of Close-to-Reality, which you could, if you wanted to , regard as your very own reality, always waiting for you, and keep it as your secret small nipper box of reflection.Your hideaway. You might of course have had it , been owning it before, but this awareness makes it all the more useful and enjoyable, if you can handle it right.
I , personally, very seldom can.

Kaj Genell 2007.