The force is inconsequential. If you beat anyone long enough, their wings will fall away; leaving behind only an icy mirage of what they once were only to serve as a flagellate demarcation of the extent of their descent. For self awareness is the final deadly sin bequeathed to us in a world where one's soul is molded by the capricious hands of a vindictive potter. Once thrust into the fires of Acceptance, form, once a fleeting ideal, is now set in stone. The only escape lies in the inevitable erosion by time.But waiting for oblivion is tedious, especially to a dichotomous soul constantly tearing at itself in a futile attempt at shattering its already cracked mirror. More cracks form, just widening the divide between what was and what is. But alas, the Fallen controls the body and its will. Being unable to quell the torment from within, seeks out a tangible symbol in the world without. Another pair of wings. Wings that taunt in their self-righteousness with every beat. And so the molded stone becomes the potter, Pinocchio becomes Geppetto and it begins again.
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The picture was taken against a misty mirror in the bathroom. No modifications other than some cropping in Picasa.
i thought there was a bathroom involved in this picture!! i was going to say that you were behind a shower curtain or something.. you spend too muhc time inside the bathroom dontcha...
again, took me 2 times reading it slowly to get what you were saying,
i'm impwessed, benny poo.. i didnt think you had it in you :P..
i like the twisty sorta ending and the pinnochio reference is perfect..
good boy!
I m high but that pic still looks cool.....i want a camera badly....hope i dont read this when i m normal which i m now...i guess...ah no typos..cool...
So true!But you know the molding begins right from the birth. Your parents will already imagine what you will be. When you grow up you either fall a victim to peer pressure. What you like and what you want matters no more.Sad state we are in, living for others. Being judged for our likes and dislikes by others.How much ever we try to break free, we can only go so far. To the point of so called eccentricity. As long as the people try to judge or change others, the potter will still potter away.
May the force be with you!
'Could not resist that Darthvader!'
Finally have some free time and nothing to do with it, so I’m going blogg-er-treating.
This one, for obvious reasons (LOTS of biiiggg words) compelled me to comment on it.
Firstly, I don't get the title, “Sons of Icarus”. Last I know of Icarus is that he was a foolish kid, like the original Pinocchio. Both were kids that didn't appreciate the fact that there might be someone who knows more about the world than them and the lack of respect for that worldly wisdom.
Anyway, from what I remember of my Greek mythology, Icarus didn't live long enough to have any children, so I am guessing there is some ingenious design by which you choose to convey a not so clear message, just like the vapour condensed mirror conceals the true form of man, and hopefully, you, will be more forgiving than the mirror.
The content seems abstract, so forgive me if I my analyses of it does not conform to what you had in mind.
The reference to dichotomy and the “already cracked mirror” reference, together have me wonder, the reality of the dichotomy. Is it perhaps a whole, that is perceived as two separate entities, through a cracked mirror, a mirror that reflects the world (or our immediate “society”), forcing us to put up two faces, wear a mask to hide our true nature, the peer pressure which society relentlessly places us under, until we choose to destroy all notions of what we WISH to be and what we are, due to these external, “inconsequential” forces, which leads us directly into destroying not just the image of what we are, but the reality of our actual existence and thus creating a multiplicity of the original, all diverse and orthogonal copies of the one we wish to be.
Having said that, you are too old to be battling with what classically is a case of adolescence.
So do educate me.
As for the accompanying photograph, IT SUCKS (thought I’d stand out from the crowd(
Yours sprachgefuhl-ly,
Aditya
P.S. I hate the fact that you dont have anonymous blogging.
I was reading my comment and noticed the following erratum. When i said "the mirror reflects our society", i meant it symbolises society. Just wanted to clear that out.
well, lets see. where to start. you seem to think that my post is about society and the way one positions themselves in it. you probably got that idea from sweet_submarine's comment. What i was trying to say with the whole post was a much more personal affair (more on the abstractness later).
Lets start with the name, Sons of Icarus. A lot of reasons for it, some are just for fun.
1)icarus had wings, which i use to represent angelic qualities/innocence (pardon the banal symbolism, but it works)
2)the fact that in the myth they melted away represents the loss of that innocence, which is crux of this post.
3)'sons':
a) firstly represent the ppl who suffer the same fate...and im assuming our timelines lie after his, 'sons' read as descendants, seems fitting
b) a play on the word 'sun' which was the driving force to icarus' fall/the loss of the qualities i mentioned before.
Hopefully, that clears up the title. It may not be waterproof, but the last thing i think about in a post is its title, and i was having some fun with it.
What i was trying to do with the photograph (trying being the operative word) was blur half my face behind the fogged mirror and leave the other half clear, representing the duality of the ppl who see what they are now, and the 'blurred' image of what they once where...where they came from.
Now to what this is about...super-summary time. Good (relative term, ofcourse) ppl (angels). Get smitten by forces beyond their control (potter) (which later links up to the cycle i talk about). They break. become things they never thought they would be. Hate themselves for it. They fight with themselves to break free...which usually makes things worse. See other angels. get reminded of who they were. rage. attack. complete cycle.
oh, right...the part about me being vague....half the fun is getting what ppls interpretations are. especially, when it can go off in all directions.
I did not know that the melting away of wings was a symbolism of a loss of innocence. I have always thought of it as the foolhardiness of not relying on experience.
For me a loss of innocence would be more well drawn out from A Picture of Dorian Gray. But Icarus for me, has always been the inability of the young to adhere to basic logical rules that are set forth. There might be the argument that kids should be allowed freedom yada yada, but in the end, it cost Icarus his life.
Anyway, the innocence analogy is new to me, though some might argue that angels are not really innocent (Read people that read Spawn). But i will grant you that much artistic license.
As for the content, I guess I was way off. I picked up from the broken mirror and the dichotomy. the mirror wasn't necessarily society, it could be anything or anyone that has changed you from what you were, positive or negative. Society and peer pressure are just an example. It doesn't have to be just those and hence limit your abstractness to something as mundane.
As for submarines comments, I am too impatient to go through comments before I comment. Also have this feeling that it might taint my opinion, make them less mine.
I should henceforth put this disclaimer.
This is my opinion and my opinion only. Any resemblance to other comments is purely incidental and does not mean the obvious. :D
Another thing, why does the "polarised" angel have to feel dismay, anger etc at their current condition. Most "devils" are more than content rationalising. And that is usually, more often than not, the case. It is easier to rationalise than to self-correct.
Also, how this applies to you is unclear still.
I Still stand by my analysis of the picture :P. And the bathroom? the one place i didnt want to see you :P.
Looking forward to more insanely abstract ideas to dissect. Should be fun.
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