do I need a woo-woo filter?
Oct. 16th, 2002 04:21 pmI thought this cube visualization was interesting enough to spend a few minutes on. I ended up reading a ton of other people's stuff after finishing mine.
almeda has posted the secret now, but if you want to play do it before reading that or anybody else's choices. I find it kinda silly, but it was fun, too. Certainly more interesting than that "body of water=sex" business.
part one
lots of little hills and scrubby sage and similar plants. tan dirt, with a touch of reddish. fresh, hot, dry smell. a few brown birds, very lively, and if you watch quietly there's a jackrabbit once in a while. odd flowers here and there, those crocuslike ones.
a cube, sitting on the ground matter-of-factly. black like obsidian, very smooth, no dust upon it to obscure that deep dark translucency. about two feet away from me, in clear view. maybe three inches on an edge.
part two
an old, dusty, broken-down ladder, chewn by rodents and lagomorphs, the splinters of it used in nests by birds. all made of wood, with parallel grooves in the step-tops for traction. the stickers telling you where not to stand are gone and the wood beneath their former locations is as weathered as the rest. it's off to the side, at an angle, part of the landscape but not prominent. brush grows up through it; it allows some moisture to remain in the soil beneath it. I can see that the front and back faces have become detached, because one of the thick steel wires that held them is splayed out to the side. I don't see the back of the ladder.
part three
a wild pony is off in the background, kicking up its heels and playing. its mane stands up in a cheerful row and its tail is short and messy. it is dusty, having rolled, and looks a dun-brown. it's fun to watch.
part four
a storm sweeps over, lightning and thunder and fat drops of rain. the pony is pleased and goes on playing. water beads up on the cube. the ladder grows brown as it is washed clean and soaks up the moisture. the plants are tough and small-leaved but I know that their roots are acting quickly to drink. it is exciting, exhilarating, beautiful.
there were flowers all along, everywhere. quiet, unassuming ones, and showier ones that you still have to look carefully for. the rain is especially good for them, though it beats on their heads until they bow them. there may be more buds from this.
[And yeah, that last bit is just embarrassing knowing what it's meant to be about. Some of this stuff doesn't seem to make sense at all, but some is fun to consider.]
part one
lots of little hills and scrubby sage and similar plants. tan dirt, with a touch of reddish. fresh, hot, dry smell. a few brown birds, very lively, and if you watch quietly there's a jackrabbit once in a while. odd flowers here and there, those crocuslike ones.
a cube, sitting on the ground matter-of-factly. black like obsidian, very smooth, no dust upon it to obscure that deep dark translucency. about two feet away from me, in clear view. maybe three inches on an edge.
part two
an old, dusty, broken-down ladder, chewn by rodents and lagomorphs, the splinters of it used in nests by birds. all made of wood, with parallel grooves in the step-tops for traction. the stickers telling you where not to stand are gone and the wood beneath their former locations is as weathered as the rest. it's off to the side, at an angle, part of the landscape but not prominent. brush grows up through it; it allows some moisture to remain in the soil beneath it. I can see that the front and back faces have become detached, because one of the thick steel wires that held them is splayed out to the side. I don't see the back of the ladder.
part three
a wild pony is off in the background, kicking up its heels and playing. its mane stands up in a cheerful row and its tail is short and messy. it is dusty, having rolled, and looks a dun-brown. it's fun to watch.
part four
a storm sweeps over, lightning and thunder and fat drops of rain. the pony is pleased and goes on playing. water beads up on the cube. the ladder grows brown as it is washed clean and soaks up the moisture. the plants are tough and small-leaved but I know that their roots are acting quickly to drink. it is exciting, exhilarating, beautiful.
there were flowers all along, everywhere. quiet, unassuming ones, and showier ones that you still have to look carefully for. the rain is especially good for them, though it beats on their heads until they bow them. there may be more buds from this.
[And yeah, that last bit is just embarrassing knowing what it's meant to be about. Some of this stuff doesn't seem to make sense at all, but some is fun to consider.]
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Date: 2002-10-16 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-16 04:56 pm (UTC)And the horse ate all the flowers.
.....
Don't boil the baby!
:)
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Date: 2002-10-16 07:35 pm (UTC)I tried to so this visualization, and no matter how hard I tried (or didn't try), there were no flowers. None.
No kiddies for me!
(I posted in my journal about it, if you wanna see)
Oooh, oooh
Date: 2002-10-16 10:47 pm (UTC)Anyways. I'll post mine once I get the laptop booted up, which may be tomorrow, but the insights are kinda curious. Thank you for posting the pointer to almeda's posts :)
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Date: 2002-10-16 11:41 pm (UTC)