This post isn’t going to be exactly what you think it is. Sometimes, things are not always what they seem when you get a glance of them, a brief glimmer of light reflecting off an object before it’s gone. Just because you see something doesn’t make it so. In a split second you analyze, break it down, and catalogue it in your head, thinking your classification is correct. That you can look at a thing or a person from a distance and have unfailing, irrefutable proof that your hypothesis is correct. That you can know them, in an instant, from afar, without intimate knowledge of the things that are concealed in the shadows away from your view.
What recesses, however, does the light miss as it moves across the uneven surface and warps and bends around curves in an exaggerated manner, perhaps manipulating your senses and causing you to misjudge the angles? What small detail was lit up for a split second as the light shifted, but you missed it because you blinked, because you turned just far enough away that your peripheral vision was obscured, even just for the tiniest fraction of a second? What of the substance that makes up the visible surface, undoubtedly the smallest portion of what is really there? The only part that we all see. The only part that can be physically manipulated to achieve what one wants to convey. What do you miss in its lack of transparency? What lies beneath, tucked and hidden away from view, the all-telling support structure that, in order to be seen, must itself be dissected for its true composition to be known?
To reveal the answers to these secrets, one cannot stand from afar and claim knowledge, insight, and wisdom without an intimate examination. You cannot catalogue things merely by appearance. To receive the gift of truly knowing what lies beneath, you must exert effort that is not only sustained but genuine, For how can you come to know anything intimately if at first you do not possess true and genuine interest, desire, and appreciation to surpass the shell of superficiality and entwine yourself in the mass underneath, the mass that may not always be attractive or convenient for you to reach, but is powerful, meaningful, and amazing in all its intricacies and secrets none-the-less?
Further, why are some compelled to cast the effort aside when it comes to developing in-depth knowledge about the make-up of the important things, because we first see something that in the first few seconds appears unattractive or imperfect, so we assume further examination and meditation on all the possibilities that could exist is unwarranted, perhaps a waste of time? Yet we delve headlong into surrounding and entangling ourselves in foolish, transient pursuits that are as trivial and fleeting as the wind dancing across the surfaces of the earth?
The most obvious statement one could make in relation to these points is that we never would recommend a book, a movie, a musician, for example, without first becoming intimately acquainted with its creator’s fortes and their perspective on what they have presented to us after hours of toil, effort, and loving dedication to produce a thing worthy of our appreciation. A token of skill, dexterity, ingenuity. A talent that enables us to conjure up a moving picture in our mind’s eye that most closely represents the black text flowing across the leaflets of faded white, to connect with forgotten memories, emotions, and experiences at seeing someone else’s life dancing before our eyes, or to foster certain emotions upon hearing a melody.
Why, then, do some look at a human being and assume they have them appropriately catalogued based on only what they can see: the shell of genetics, life-style, and experiences of a life they have lived both by choice and, things you cannot know, things that were done against their will, things that happened to them without provocation, and how all these things gelled to make the form — the only part of ourselves — that the eyes can take in? How can you look upon the skin covering up the vitality and dreams and needs and hopes and talents and skills and standards and beliefs and immediately judge all these things that you cannot see to be of value or of little worth based on the outside? What compels you to believe that you can know what lies on the inside, what their circumstances are, how easy or difficult their life is by the appearance they present to the world? Why is this how we determine the value of our fellow-man / woman? And how can you dare to presume you know what they are or have endured, what they have overcome or let fall by the wayside, or what emotions and private, concealed wounds cause them to act and speak in whatever manner they do?
Further, what about your own value do you think gives you the right to judge or belittle others, or to even worse, assign them a position of inferiority to you? What gives you the justification to act cruelly, causing them further pain, duress, and frustration, because you fail to take into consideration all the driving forces behind something they may have said, something they may have done, or simply because you feel you are allowed? Regardless of how substantially you know them, how can you turn a blind eye to all the many things you still do not know and judge them in spite of all the unknowns stacked against you? Why make this world any harder for each other to live in? We are all fighting the same battle, so why would you dash your brethren on the blade? What does this accomplish but shed blood, cause a loss of life, injury, and devastation?
So how well did you do? Were you able to read between the lines, to pick up on all the information that I presented here, or did you just take my words at face value? If you know me, if you want to come to know me, you will look further. You will consider more than just what you see here. You will strive to see what lies beneath, all to answer a simple yet impossible question. Can you feel what I shared with you from my heart?