Tapestry

The walls in my room are covered in tapestries. I have two tapestries with trees covering my windows, a sun tapestry on my ceiling between me and the main room light, and  one more on my biggest wall. These tapestries are more than just adornments on my otherwise blank spaces.  They're a reminder of the beauty that can spring from the chaos and infinity of everything. 

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

Jean Piaget, a developmental psychologist, has a model of development and learning. It employs three processes: Assimilation, Accommodation, Equilibrium. A quick explanation: When we are young, we have no schema of interpreting the world around us. What happens though is that we develop certain schema such as language to help interpret the things that we see around us. This schema is at its basest a certain pattern of firings between neurons in your brain. So when we see a tree, a certain series of neurons go off, and we recognize it as a tree; we have assimilated that perception of tree into our previous schema of "tree." If we perceive something that doesn't fit into any of our old patterns, we have to accomodate, or make a new pattern. After the accommodation is made, we reach equilibrium. 

I hate this theory. I don't want to put everything I see into boxes that I've previously made. I like to think that everything is a unique tapestry. The patterns of my perception are new every second; the tapestry of my existence is constantly being adjusted and changed. I want to open the way that I think and see.  I don't want to be imprisoned by schema of my own creation. I want to free myself from it. I want to feel sound, and taste light. 

Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now