I’ve recently got reminded of Wabi-Sabi. Boy, if only the publishing industry accepted the idea, I’d be in great demand and have my stuff swamp everyone’s lives. Come to think of it, if that aesthetic concept had any merit, my blog would be the N0. 1 stop of the blog-reading public.
On the other hand — as it seems primarily a Japanese culture aesthetic — it just could be I’m in the wrong country or continent.
For them not familiar with the concept, Wabi-Sabi attests to imperfection and transience as having inherent value if not outright desirability. Based on the idea that nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect, the concept seems — at least from my non-Japanese perspective — very conducive to the appreciation of the world as is and valuing our differences instead of condemning them as flaws.
Interestingly, many people instinctively apply the concept . . . hand-made things are often valued more than mass-produced items specifically because you can see the imperfections. The uniqueness of those imperfections creates a value beyond that of the object itself.
As a very simple example, I could go to Wal-Mart and buy a nice wooden Tiki for a few bucks . . . one that looks the same as a hundred others on the shelf. But, as a tourist, I might instead opt to pay someone at a local shop many times the price of the mass-produced piece for one nearly identical but bearing the marks of having been “hand-made” . . . in other words, flawed.
We don’t seem to feel the same about opinions. When it comes to opinions, we want simple as opposed to nuanced; a simple sound-bite, as opposed to a complex and reasoned argument; black-and-white as opposed to gray. Imperfections make us think, and who wants that, eh?
And now, the photo:
Many of these classic cars macros will suffer multiple treatments and some will be presented both as color and B&W offerings. And, of course, to the non-joy of some people, they’ll all be offered framed. Yay.
Back to my favorite topic (at least these days), most of the strife we see in today’s public arenas stems from the fact that people assume everyone has the same goals.
In many instances, that’s just not the case.
I’ll leave it at that as people likely aren’t thrilled with my philosophizing. Understand, my goal is not to bore the crap out of my readers or to assume they don’t know these obvious facts.
I get that I
occasionally sound like I’m lecturing. And yes, a part of me is lecturing . . . but not to you, my regular, smart, deep-thinking readers.
I’m lecturing the transients who stop by this blog unprepared and receptive. If I can enlighten even one of the unenlightened . . . well, then, my job here is done.
To wit, I think today’s doodle befits the discussion at hand . . . I give you Ts into Ys and Ns into Zs.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
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