on moving and the nature of change

It may be that the very fact I’m writing this post now belies what I actually want to say, but this has not changed my view. Yet. Let me explain: I was supposed to start this blog on the occasion of moving in to my own flat, for the very first time living alone. Yet that was something like two months ago, and what I want to say is how I consider change – even if it is moving out/in – a moment and not a process.

I actually waited quite much before moving, so as to get everything ready. Well, as much as it was possible: I still have to get some things done, give away some furniture I inherited from the previous owners, get some other pieces and so on. But when I did move in, it took me a day to pack and bring everything (or almost), another two days to unpack and clean everything. I would not sleep here before bringing my stuff, even if I did have my mattress and some coffee here. Because I did not want to make moving out a process. I wanted to make it a moment, and that I did.

“Small changes may take time, but great ones happen in a single moment”.

Small changes take time, ripen slowly and happen without being immediately noticed, whereas a real great change will just happen and strike me on the head, seemingly without antecedents – but I began to think it is a kind of a quantity vs. quality question, and great changes happen when all the small ones have accumulated and suddenly become something more than their simple sum.

As for why I want any change to be a point rather than a process? Because in that way I can finish and close whatever there was before and begin with a clean slate, so to say. If I let it be a process, I end up living trough a series of overlapping stories, unable to either finish the ones that should end or actually start the ones that should begin, and end up completely overwhelmed.

What think you?

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Prismatic thinking

It took me way too long, but finally I can present you my “real first post”, dedicated to the concept of prismatic thinking. Amongst many things, the main reason of this delay way that I spent lots of time clarifying and explaining this concept even to myself, even though I have been using this term to describe my way of thinking for a long time.
As for what prismatic thinking is, I would say, metaphorically, it means making your brain work – from certain points of view – as a prism.
First of all, we have all heard the world is not black and white. I would say it is not even a gray-scale, but is best described with a full 3D colour body with all those subtle hues included.
Second, I am sure most of you are familiar with the image of the prism refracting one ray of white light into a rainbow-like set of rays – if not from physics lesson, than from Pink Floyd. As an analogy, as a prismatic thinker you would see the connection and the possibility of something whole in seemingly unrelated details, as well as notice the individual components in a seemingly undivided whole.
Another point is, try look through a multi-faceted prism. Or a kaleidoscope. (I have recently met someone who told me he didn’t even know this word, so: it is a tube with a triangle of mirrors in it. On one end you look in, on the other end, traditionally, you have a translucent paper and some colourful beads, which, reflected in that triangle of mirrors, makes some beautiful patterns.) For this experiment, though, you don’t need a traditional kaleidoscope, but one with a spherical lens on the end where usually the paper and the beads are. Be it a multi-faceted prism or this kind of kaleidoscope, what you see when looking into them is an amazing, fractal-like image – created of the very things just in front of you; which will quickly show you, when it becomes prismatic thinking, how ordinary things are not so ordinary at all.
Now with all this I do not mean at all that this way of thinking is any better than any other. I have been blessed and cursed with it, and realised the best thing for me was to embrace and practice it, but that is only my personal point, and it is sometimes difficult.
You may ask why: well, it does complicate one’s life. At least in my case, it goes with an extreme sensibility (how else could I see all those hues). It also makes it very difficult for me to make general statements: given how I tend to see a group not as homogenous but as a complex net of components, usually when I am about to make one, half a dozen counter-examples spring to my mind, which kind of disprove the generalisation itself. Other times the fact that I discover ever new connections between things makes me wander off the main train of thoughts, and get back to it, if ever, after a huge round of somewhat weird associations. Prismatic thinking is obviously only a way of perception, thus not any truer than others.
There is also this idea about things – characteristics, situations, or ways of thinking, including this one – not being good or bad in themselves. I find they all have a bit of both, and it mostly depends on how one works with one has if these *things* end up being fantastic or simply unsupportable.
Now, if after this not-so-slightly philosophical explanation you, dear reader, still think it makes any sense (I do hope it does) and are not scared off by this (non)sense, I would love to hear about your opinion on any of the above-mentioned points.