Some inches and less make a person become considered attractive or not, our eyes see surface detail, analyze accurately and sometimes not so much, but we believe that reality is determined largely by the sense of sight, we judge automatically someone by their appearance it is merely an opinion of our prejudices, some are not even fruit of ourselves but simply inherited from someone else, then why are we so confident in what we see?
The eye is easily fooled even when trained to observe fine details, when we stare into the eyes of another human being we can see the color, size, brightness or shape but feeling what goes beyond these details the knowledge of this person, we can do it in a jump in the depths of your being there and capturing the essence of his greatness or his misery, why be so ingrained in us that security?
Why are we possessed by such prodigious capacity?
Why is it sometimes accurate and sometimes not?
Why even recognizing that it is not an absolute truth remains confident in it again and again?
Why not rather recognizing that what I see and feel observing others is what I recognize in me?
As a reflection of myself, of what I think and I really am?
Pietro Muzzi
martes, 29 de julio de 2014
Los Ojos...
Algunos centímetros y menos hacen que una persona venga considerada atractiva o no, nuestros ojos ven detalles de la superficie, los analizan en forma precisa y a veces ni tanto, pero creemos que la realidad la determina en gran parte el sentido de la vista, el juzgar de forma automática a alguien por su apariencia no es más que el dictamen de nuestros prejuicios, algunos ni siquiera son fruto de nosotros mismos pero simplemente heredados de alguien más, entonces porqué confiamos tanto en lo que vemos?
El ojo es fácil de engañar aún cuando es entrenado para observar precisos detalles, cuando vemos fijamente en las pupilas a otro ser humano podemos contemplar el color, tamaño, brillo o forma pero sentimos que va más allá de estos detalles el conocimiento de esta persona, que podemos hacer un salto adentro de ella en lo más íntimo de su Ser y allí captar la esencia misma de su grandeza o su miseria, porqué será tan arraigada en nosotros esta seguridad?
Porqué nos sentimos poseedor de tal prodigiosa capacidad?
Porque a veces es certera y a veces no?
Porqué aún reconociendo que no es una verdad absoluta seguimos confiando en ella una y otra vez?
No será más bien que lo que veo observo y siento, no es más que lo que yo reconozco de mi en el otro?
Como un reflejo de mi mismo, de lo que pienso y realmente soy?
Pietro Muzzi
Some inches and less make a person become considered attractive or not, our eyes see surface detail, analyze accurately and sometimes not so much, but we believe that reality is determined largely by the sense of sight, we judge automatically someone by their appearance it is merely an opinion of our prejudices, some are not even fruit of ourselves but simply inherited from someone else, then why are we so confident in what we see?
The eye is easily fooled even when trained to observe fine details, when we stare into the eyes of another human being we can see the color, size, brightness or shape but feeling what goes beyond these details the knowledge of this person, we can do it in a jump in the depths of your being there and capturing the essence of his greatness or his misery, why be so ingrained in us that security?
Why are we possessed by such prodigious capacity?
Why is it sometimes accurate and sometimes not?
Why even recognizing that it is not an absolute truth remains confident in it again and again?
Why not rather recognizing that what I see and feel observing others is what I recognize in me?
As a reflection of myself, of what I think and I really am?
Pietro Muzzi
Some inches and less make a person become considered attractive or not, our eyes see surface detail, analyze accurately and sometimes not so much, but we believe that reality is determined largely by the sense of sight, we judge automatically someone by their appearance it is merely an opinion of our prejudices, some are not even fruit of ourselves but simply inherited from someone else, then why are we so confident in what we see?
The eye is easily fooled even when trained to observe fine details, when we stare into the eyes of another human being we can see the color, size, brightness or shape but feeling what goes beyond these details the knowledge of this person, we can do it in a jump in the depths of your being there and capturing the essence of his greatness or his misery, why be so ingrained in us that security?
Why are we possessed by such prodigious capacity?
Why is it sometimes accurate and sometimes not?
Why even recognizing that it is not an absolute truth remains confident in it again and again?
Why not rather recognizing that what I see and feel observing others is what I recognize in me?
As a reflection of myself, of what I think and I really am?
Pietro Muzzi
