The last four months have been a succession of flashing ads along with assignments shooting like aimless arrows through space, skyscrapers getting high enough to reach intercontinental flights to London, a succession of runs to meet deadlines, catch trains, flights, motivated by the interest in and love to people and subjects. All worth doing and I would do it again, for a million days, or can we do a million years?
However, suddenly I found myself wondering what I was missing. And I recalled: I missed a place with no absolute values. A tailored space where thought is free and unconstraint: a place to hide, when the arms you want to hide in are too far to reach: I forgot about this blog.
So much has happened that was worth capturing- or would have been worth capturing. But long story short, I didn’t.
I’ve been thinking about relativity. Right now I’m trying to remember the first time I ever heard about the term. I’m positive my dad was explaining the concept of time relativity to one of my teenage brothers for some class in school. I believe the infinitesimal interest only a teenage boy forced to study physics could express, lead him to commit himself to explain it to me. It must have been a long time ago, since I was most evidently incapable of standing trial. Then again, I’ve heard about the concept of relativity in school, when arguing about cultural relativity with respect to mutilation. Then again in Physics -and there I only hoped to remember a fraction of what my dad told me and flashed my dad exhibiting an “I-told-you-so”-dance of the premium kind.
During these last four months relativity has been a looming motif. A motif though smart enough to hide so well, I only realised today we became bffs all along. It turns out I was too hypnothised by the flashing Time Square ads, so committed to stretching to reach skyscrapers and focussed on shooting assignment-arrows, that it seemed to me to be living in a world of absoluteness.
I’m going to punt on this one: Maybe people live in their absolute worlds. I guess everyone’s life is fundamentally composed by some values or activities or interests or … Maybe they are essential to constitute who we are and for us to define ourselves through the set of those same values. In a way this seems to be a relative process: out of a plethora of options we select some, that seem more or are the relevant ones to us relatively to the plethora of alternatives. However, aren’t we thereby paradoxically changing the status of these relative relevant options to absolute ones?
I’m preoccupied about the large scale if this phenomenon. About humanity selecting war over peace, materialism over idealism, ideology over science, political interests over environmental awareness, egoism over love, work over heath, a plastic bottle over a refillable one.
Maybe we are blinded by our absolutes, such that the relativity of life gets disregarded. We get caught up in what defines us in a specific moment, be it over a long or short period of time, and thereby might harm others as well as ourselves. But isn’t it maybe the relativity of who we are, dependent on what we interact on, that define us most precisely over life?
I have been thinking about how corruptive and destructive absoluteness is. About how hard it is to make absoluteness flourish as a positive concept to our minds. About how hard it is to find someone to walk around space of relativity; the relativity of our beliefs and thoughts, each other’s views, the relativity of the world we live in, the feelings we have.
How hard it is to find a team-mate, like the Petit Prince and the Fox, to walk around the relativity of space and sit on different hills, trying to decode what is most essential and thus invisible to our eyes, but a flashing light to our hearts.