I have never understood how the magic happens. I have never understood how pictures fashion themselves or find their destiny. It is not about the click of the camera, but the click of the heart; the picture does not stay in the camera but rather becomes an experience that reveals itself in that very moment. It exists in a dimension beyond the five senses; it is beyond time and space. It touches the heart, not the CF card. Can a life in this dimension be so cruel?
If our society becomes such that the lifestyles of the old and the young are completely alien to each other, we should ask some serious questions about the character of that society. A society dies, when a walking stick and a mobility aid are the only company the aged have. These people are no use to the SYSTEM and those who could take care of them have no option but to serve the system. So the aged are left to die, and the young continue to rock and roll, drunk on a lifestyle, that the system has conditioned them to believe. For it, a human soul is not even worth a few pennies!!
I become speechless when I think about how often a picture can take me to a higher level of consciousness. In the picture, you become the story, the more you look, the more you see of yourself. It becomes a window to a new world of imagination. All this can be intense. Despite my emotional IQ, I cannot stop my tears, and somewhere along the way, I lose myself in the sea of creativity. Pictures that carry ideas embodied in this book certainly help to change the world as a better place to live. Now that I have learned to see with my heart and listen through my eyes, I stand in a class of my own. For all that I have become, I remain a lost soul.
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