The way you have captured human projection on the landscape is wonderful, it seems to me that this is what we are doing, we going to project some dimension of us within the seen dimension, this projecting seems inherent to human kind like the idea continuity embedded within Khalifa. A Khalifa is also a representative and in Islam it carries the idea of the representative who carries the Devine Values, It makes me question
There is something that has underpinned much of these explorations is an idea that human impulse is the underlying force, the deeply embedded qibla we continually reorient ourselves toward. We are bound to walk in circles around it, our gaze fixed. Even when we turn away and glimpse other possibilities, other ways of being, we find ourselves pulled back, locked in by systems and infrastructures so deeply woven into our consciousness that they shape how we even conceive of existence.
From within this bind, we project outward into the world. But how do we break the gaze? How do we uproot the impulse?
Can we name the qibla? Is it capital and domination?
And if so, can it ever be anything else - so long as we continue to exist within its context?
Often, expressing these thoughts is seen as a sign of despair or negativity. But perhaps there is something necessary in accepting that this orientation can only perpetuate what it perpetuates at least until the qibla itself is transformed.
The way you have captured human projection on the landscape is wonderful, it seems to me that this is what we are doing, we going to project some dimension of us within the seen dimension, this projecting seems inherent to human kind like the idea continuity embedded within Khalifa. A Khalifa is also a representative and in Islam it carries the idea of the representative who carries the Devine Values, It makes me question
what i am projecting?
Who and what are am I representing?
Do I like what I am presenting?
There is something that has underpinned much of these explorations is an idea that human impulse is the underlying force, the deeply embedded qibla we continually reorient ourselves toward. We are bound to walk in circles around it, our gaze fixed. Even when we turn away and glimpse other possibilities, other ways of being, we find ourselves pulled back, locked in by systems and infrastructures so deeply woven into our consciousness that they shape how we even conceive of existence.
From within this bind, we project outward into the world. But how do we break the gaze? How do we uproot the impulse?
Can we name the qibla? Is it capital and domination?
And if so, can it ever be anything else - so long as we continue to exist within its context?
Often, expressing these thoughts is seen as a sign of despair or negativity. But perhaps there is something necessary in accepting that this orientation can only perpetuate what it perpetuates at least until the qibla itself is transformed.