Author's note: This is really just the result of me thinking too much. I just needde to share it with someone. Other than running it through spell check, I really havn't proof read it. It's long and trambling but it's mine.I made an image but it never stopped loaded so if it doesn't show up it's Gary's fault.
It all started when an internet friend of mine began to panic tonight. She had observed something, something she refused to admit to having observed, something she felt was never meant to know. She was ashamed that she had been able to observe whatever it was, that she had the ability to arrive to such a conclusion to notice and piece together so many different observations. I know exactly how she feels. What never thought about, until now, was why we, as a society feel this way.
As a society we have been taught to let things be, to keep to our selves, to mind our own business. We are too fearful, too polite. We don’t want to feel the pain of concluding that our lover is cheating on us, do we turn a blind eye. We hide from the possibility that we can see so much more than the lies we are fed, that we can uncovering secrets we never wanted spilled by simply using our own powers of observation. We avoid the terrifyingly hurtful truths that are in front of our eyes every time we look at anything. It’s a survival mechanism that contradicts another, the one that allows us to know we are in danger, that not all is as it seems, the one that allows us to be wounded so we can heal as soon as possible: observation.
Literary character Sherlock Holmes, originally from the novels by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, is known for his powers of observation, for being able to look at a man and know that he is the murder, for being able to look at a person and conclude that she or he is betraying his or her lover. Holmes is viewed as a marvel, a wonder, someone who, in a way, appears inhuman to society. Holmes, based off real life’s Doctor Joseph Bell, a man Doyle once worked under, often says “You see, but you do not observe!” Notice, however, that he says “do not” as suppose to “cannot”!
What if we have the ability to observe just as much as characters and people like Holmes and Bell? What if every human mind has the capability to make conclusions with such precision and speed? But how will we ever know if society keeps shunning observation, shunning the fact that we can see below the surface, shunning the fact that we can figure someone faster than we can tie our shoes? How can we ever know if we keep training ourselves to dismiss every instinct, that every creak of the floor boards is just the house settling, that every ignored phone call was just a case of bad cell phone service, that every late night at work is just the result of an overflow of paper work!?
Why do we allow ourselves to be completely controlled by emotion, to never allow logic to work under its full power? Why do not attempt to find a balance between emotion and conclusion? Why do we avoid the problems instead of working towards solutions? Why? Because I would bet anything that the result would be extraordinary, beneficial, progressive, possibly even- dare I say it? – delightful.
How!? How are we supposed to stretch our minds if we keep bending, nay, forcing our thought into the same shapes moment after moment, day after day, week after week, year after year, decade after decade until our entire mortal lives just end all together at the culmination of existence in this world!? Answer: we can’t. And that thought saddens me more than any other thought I have had in a long, long while.