What is this purpose? At what point does your curiosity become prurient? Where is the line across which the observer became voyeur? We are finding ways to measure ourselves, measure and make spatial claims for our relation to our environs. Object is not only object; object is object within a topography. Object gains direction and dependence. The singularity of this position, this shape, this idea of object is forced through the prism of the senses. And there the delusion begins...
The object denies the subjectivity of self while readily identifying any similar myopia in the eyes of others. One is never any closer to the "truth" than one is in proximity to one's own bias and opinion. The ambiguities that hang in the uncertainties between words--the pin lights of impossible stars stuck in the utter nothingness of this dark matter--reserve meaning in favor of interpretation.
So you saw something, heard something. You are well full of the fiats of your private history, apologetic to and for those entities and ideas that console you. You are in your judgement knee-deep in justifications that undermine the person and their words. Without investment in either side, one will nevertheless return to old loyalties. My mother will not a murderess make even when the blood of her victim is splattered on my shoe.
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