I like cold uncomfortable winters Comon its California not Minnesota

                                                                        he confessed

I like living on par with animals

                                 he confessed

it was nice to sidestep confessionals holy priests flickering votives an allow himself to say things aloud clean to the wind sonorous dry tumbling leaves to a hawk soaring above which found him unworthy of its attention

                                                                                                             hed confess

I can embrace my worthless humanness

. . . an consciousness  Wha about consciousness

What about it?

he knelt down to a planter heaping with vagrant poppies

                                                           These are perennials they have consciousness . .

. . No.

They do

No they do not.

Do not

        When you say that I know yare makin a comparison Wha are you comparing a poppys consciousness to

Comparisons aren’t necessary; they are not conscious.

Ah . . they are . . . yare comparing it to yourself arent you

I didn’t say that . .

. . No I am

            Im referring to consciousness  Why do tha Why must you an others have to compare everything to themselves Were not the be-all end-alls he or she are only a human beings

You don’t grasp how ridiculous it is to suggest a plant has consciousness . .

. . A five hunredyear old tree an ancient rock

                                                They have consciousnesses We cant even begin to relate to them because were here an gone in a centurythats ridiculous  most of us gone inside a tawdry seventy years if were lucky an the whole of it thinking ourselves the preeminent the apex being on the planet We don use our time to become acquainted with rocks plants animals because you your ken believe they exist only to be used befouled   tortured

Sounds like you’re coming off your rails.

                                          Careful, man, talk like that makes you sound like you’ve gone around the ben . .

. . Talk like that because you don believe consciousness exists beyond human animals

You’re being ridiculous, fantasifull, drop it.

No

     I wont

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I am eye

Why would he say that

For instance chorused several of his interior hims and hers he was just taking a leak an do ya know wha he imagined we see wha he imagines he couldnt blind or blinker us if he tried it was rhetorical question  The clear bright bubbles coming up off the surface created by his stream made him imagine they were compound eyeslike insects they watching him as he watched them

                              An then he imagined that the toilet seeing had vivified anif it was discontented with its functionif it stomped off its mooring pulled free of its tethers its plumbing resisted  at least he knew where the main was so he could turn off the water minimise his cleanup  after slayingsmashing the fragile animated porcelain

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“Our eyes see very little and very badly – so people dreamed up the microscope to let them see invisible phenomena; they invented the telescope . . . now they have perfected the cinecamera to penetrate more deeply into the visible world, to explore and record visual phenomena so that what is happening now, which will have to be taken account of in the future, is not forgotten.”  —  Provisional Instructions to Kino-Eye Groups, Dziga Vertov, 1926 

http://www.sensesofcinema.com/2003/great-directors/vertov/

I am eye for the creation of fresh perceptions unknown to you