Perception to Fear
July 2, 2010 3 Comments
Perception, you are a wonderful thing indeed, allowing me to place stained glass filters before the eyes of my mind and soul as to allow for a warping, twisting and PERSONALIZING of information before it is allowed to be internalized. Those lenses are changed according to so many factors and choose colors according to experience and emotion, and can transform the most mundane event into an awe-inspiring beauty or a pitch black horror as is dictated. Those lenses that are the most powerful are the ones that are hand-blown, the ones created by you, but another set have been known to be provided from time to time by external sources as well. My perceptions, that have taken many years (and quite a few glasses of single malt scotch) to perfect are so comfortable, a custom fit; the ones provided are the one size fits all hat that is just this side of comfortable and never seems to sit right (even with the built-in flex fit band) and never quite does the job as well as the ones that have been hand crafted by your own joys and sorrows, knowledge… or lack thereof.
The most powerful thing about those neat little internal perception filters is that they can CHANGE, EVOLVE, and be modified to fit different inbound experiences; they can be either cast aside or enhanced accordingly. External ones are the gray plastic injection mold opposite; dictated as an all-encompassing approach to the world that is fit for purpose for most, their creation is assembly line sterile and designed so that the individual is cast aside for the needs of the majority, no matter how slight the majority might actually be, and are colored as such. Created to the anthem tune of “Safety and Security, my masters be You”, the intention may have begun its sanguine life as the loving embrace of a mother or the helpful hand of a father, but eventually evolves into a set of blinders tack-welded to a soul to prevent the one thing that has actually been a great opponent in my chess game life to not be the worthy, respected experience it sould be treated as.
The tip of the hat recognition to a worthy life adversary transforms into the subservience a broken people show to an iron-fisted dictator. This externally altered perception becomes the tyrant that fuels itself off of your violated imagination and the terrors that used to live in your closet that now have been allowed to migrate into your skull. It has evolved, it has changed, and it has taken the victim along with it.
It has become fear.