Ignorance, the lifestyle
There is an ignorance deep down life. I cannot say what it is, don’t even know what it is, doubt that ignorance is even the right word, but there it is, a mystery unnamed, a sheen of something holding truth away – if truth is even knowable – an invisible force field of non-meaning. It may be I’m crazy, or that I’m too sane. I have no way of knowing, because ignorance holds me off, inches away. Sane/insane, I know not.
What I do know is I just read Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier. Now I’m stumped, busted by ignorance again. There’s not one word in that book that struck me as fake or out of place or fanciful, but it’s all made up. What’s up with that? The protagonist started out a mystery and remained that way until the end. And now it’s over and still a mystery. Is it is girl thing? Am I just stupid? How can something be so plain and yet so deeply baroque?
So much beauty and so much mystery and so much ignorance. Is ugly good? Is smooth rough? Can the world be reflected in the oily shimmer of a pearl? I think it can, but then that world is ignorance to me. Why are people like this? Why is anything like this? Why everything?
Truth is a glimmer of light across the wall in a painting by Vermeer. Ignorance is everything else.
Gurk,
LWIII
maybe we need someone to recreate us to ’stay’ then we would be ‘out’ like she looking ‘in’ on us…
maybe we are the moving things that captivate stillness? each of us needing the other to BE
ignorance is a good topic – i live it every day
ignorance is interwoven into my identity
its how i keep my bubble of loving support
god willing it will embrace us all
ignorance is needed when you working the magic of love ~ how else will we grasp the identity of peace?
xx azyh
Thank you Azyh. Ignorance may be the wrong word, as I said…unknowing maybe? So confusing, my grasp does not exceeed my reach. Seems like I have a special relationship with ignorance, but not sure.
xoxo!
mmm sorry for my different swing on it
alls i am saying is that if it’s there, why fight it? why not accept ignorance?
there was a quote that i really loved, “mistakes are the portals of discovery” James Joyce, ignorance gives us the chance to explore new understandings, where others only see what was… ignorance see’s what is
Well, the ignorance I’m talking of is very disconcerting to me because it makes it seem like I can’t know anything, or that everything I do think I know is wrong. This kind of ignorance makes everything a mistake, even the right things. It’s probably just insanity, I guess, or an ignorance of ignorance. I just have the feeling that plants don’t have this kind of deep-seated ignorance, and I can never be as smart as them.
L W III
Ignorance is a scary word. In truth we are all ignorant of something or other to a lesser or greater degree…I’m more other than something i think. Who am i to judge though.
The fact that i think and so do you, should give us hope that puzzlements or mysteries may one day become clear.
We can but live in hope and wonderment ..
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The worst things, I think, are inponderables…as when occur bring about that dreaded look of *Gobsmacked* and none of us suit that look do we.
Liked this post muchly.
Truly.. thinking instead of sleeping. x
Truly, Wide Awake Thinking Again.
Thanks Truly. What bugs me about ignorance, at least for me, is that it resides in everything, not just some things. The closer I get to anything at all, the less I understand it. Like a wall of ignorance surrounds every single molecule. Weird, huh?
Glad you liked the post, dear!
just had a thought, maybe what i am thinking of is really innocence… then is there a fine line between ignorance and innocence?
can it only be the observer of these that lay a judgment on what is and is not innocent?
can one return to innocence if one feels unworthy of it? can we really know too much past to let ourselves know whats now?
Hmmm…that could be. The ignorance I’m talking about isn’t innocence, because there’s no answer to this kind of ignorance, no answer, no change. It’s fundamental. Innocence can be changed.
As far as knowing too much past, I’m not sure. I think there is always a way to know what’s now. At least I hope so!
xoxo
The world reflected in the oily shimmer of a pearl ring in this girl’s ear, somewhere halfway the 17th century, was the painters suppressed lust for this maid, who on the occasion of his wife’s being away from home, was given her earring to pose for this painting, ordered by a relative of Vermeer’s (his uncle I believe), who wanted her as much as he did. When the wife returned home and found out, the girl was forced to resign her job (compare Islamic women beaten for being raped as if it was her fault). However, the painter’s or his wife’s mother (I forgot), living with them, who had arranged for the posings to bring in the cash, had the earrings been brought to the dismissed maid for compensation.
Girl With A Pearl Earring was on the BBC not long ago and it was drama as belief worthy as only the BBC can deliver.
Ignorance of this world in the glimmering and innocence in this maid’s lust provoking beauty present themselves as reality, if not Truth, in the lives of these people. Not in as far as they think they can control the situation and attempt to until the not so bitter end. Their intuitions keep telling them they are in control, until reality kicks in and things take a different route anyway. Realization usually comes at night, during sleep, in dreams. And knowing what was deeply sensed, connects with sensing what is again believed during the daytime, perhaps this time a little different. That is how we ALL circumvent the mystery of life that we should ENJOY for it is what generates and regenerates meaning in values and norms, that we like to share, to all be connected somehow, in the end.
*Back to bed.*
Thanks Ron! Love the BBC. Are you sure that wasn’t a fictionalized account? I didn’t realize those kind of details were available on the painter’s life. I’m all in favor of lust, that’s for sure, especially when it’s repressed and comes out in art. Appreciate the comment. Have a good night with lots of realizations in the dreamtime!
You read it! You read it! I just found out *jumping up & down with glee*
It is a book worthy of you & you worthy of it, and yes, the ignorance of innocence therein (in both places) belie the truths within.
Love what you said here:
“Truth is a glimmer of light across the wall in a painting by Vermeer. Ignorance is everything else.”
It’s all in the glimmer of light, isn’t it? Innocence & all…
Namaste,
moi
Yep, and loved it massively. Thanks for the recommendation, so lovely it was. Thanks Claire and here’s to beautiful glimmers!