06-15-2017, 04:39 PM
"Good job."
Arturo nicks a bag of gummies (there's only one or two black licorice ones out of a few dozen of each of the other coloured shapes in the bag) from beside him on the bench, popping open the top with a deft hand and offering the bag toward the two to choose a gummy of their liking. Treats were a wonderful incentive. Cavities were a parent's concern. I.E not his.
"Most individuals gather oppositions from the obvious cues. Chaos and Order. Creation and Stasis. This is problematic because they are direct antithesis' to one another. There is little room for sympathy and thus understanding to be had between Chaos and Order, or Creation and Stasis. What little there is, can easily be disassembled in favour of their differences and choosing sides. Instead, one should look more closely at the positive and negative of one. When doing so, the opposition dynamic changes."
Arturo digs around in the plastic bag for one of the black gummies, fishing it out and popping it into his mouth with a delighted little hum.
"Chaos and Creation are in opposition to one another. A negative with a positive and a complex and nuanced relationship between the two."
He clears his throat, excusing himself with an unintelligible murmur.
"As are Stasis and Order. Order is the process through which we find direction to act. One does not act Orderly, one follows Order to a conclusion that best fits the moment, even if that conclusion is to tear it all down. There is no rebelling, no anarchy, no state of disassembling what isn't working without first knowing the Order of things. It is when that Order becomes so encompassing that individuals begin to walk within it's halls without bothering to look at what they are doing. Examine why they are there and why the rules and the laws and the language all work the way they do. There has to be perception or Order becomes...Stasis."
He pauses briefly before the last word, hands laying the gummy bag down beside him again in favour of a bopping gesture out to either side, palms up, indicating the simplicity of his statement. He smiles beneath his rug sweeper moustache and bi-focals, adjusting both with a wiggle of his nose.
"Individuals such as yourselves, who bend and flaunt and disregard the natural Order of things. I trust Order asserts itself in your lives somehow but your very existence is also a contradiction of the rules. A repeating effect that Order cannot correct. A tumor that cannot be excised."
How telling that Arturo latches onto the unspoken metaphor William had wandered around.
"The same could be said for many other things in existence in this day and age, mind you but that 'lack of perception' is what got us into this mess-" He waves his hand around at the city and the people negligently, flippantly even "-in the first place."
A pause. His eyes bounce between the two briefly. Then:
"I want you both to tell me why it is so difficult for you to reach beyond the mirror." He doesn't clarify if this is a personal story to be told, an academic study or something more philosophically esoteric. Per usual, the students will pick their own path.
Arturo nicks a bag of gummies (there's only one or two black licorice ones out of a few dozen of each of the other coloured shapes in the bag) from beside him on the bench, popping open the top with a deft hand and offering the bag toward the two to choose a gummy of their liking. Treats were a wonderful incentive. Cavities were a parent's concern. I.E not his.
"Most individuals gather oppositions from the obvious cues. Chaos and Order. Creation and Stasis. This is problematic because they are direct antithesis' to one another. There is little room for sympathy and thus understanding to be had between Chaos and Order, or Creation and Stasis. What little there is, can easily be disassembled in favour of their differences and choosing sides. Instead, one should look more closely at the positive and negative of one. When doing so, the opposition dynamic changes."
Arturo digs around in the plastic bag for one of the black gummies, fishing it out and popping it into his mouth with a delighted little hum.
"Chaos and Creation are in opposition to one another. A negative with a positive and a complex and nuanced relationship between the two."
He clears his throat, excusing himself with an unintelligible murmur.
"As are Stasis and Order. Order is the process through which we find direction to act. One does not act Orderly, one follows Order to a conclusion that best fits the moment, even if that conclusion is to tear it all down. There is no rebelling, no anarchy, no state of disassembling what isn't working without first knowing the Order of things. It is when that Order becomes so encompassing that individuals begin to walk within it's halls without bothering to look at what they are doing. Examine why they are there and why the rules and the laws and the language all work the way they do. There has to be perception or Order becomes...Stasis."
He pauses briefly before the last word, hands laying the gummy bag down beside him again in favour of a bopping gesture out to either side, palms up, indicating the simplicity of his statement. He smiles beneath his rug sweeper moustache and bi-focals, adjusting both with a wiggle of his nose.
"Individuals such as yourselves, who bend and flaunt and disregard the natural Order of things. I trust Order asserts itself in your lives somehow but your very existence is also a contradiction of the rules. A repeating effect that Order cannot correct. A tumor that cannot be excised."
How telling that Arturo latches onto the unspoken metaphor William had wandered around.
"The same could be said for many other things in existence in this day and age, mind you but that 'lack of perception' is what got us into this mess-" He waves his hand around at the city and the people negligently, flippantly even "-in the first place."
A pause. His eyes bounce between the two briefly. Then:
"I want you both to tell me why it is so difficult for you to reach beyond the mirror." He doesn't clarify if this is a personal story to be told, an academic study or something more philosophically esoteric. Per usual, the students will pick their own path.