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{another relatively stand-alone response to my friend storm about old and new and the ability to appreciate old when only looking forward}

i was remarking, just today, about how this one fence i sometimes drive by (residential streetside privacy picket fence) has already turned barnyard brown. it started out as pine-blond. it was probably covered with some protectant but not completely sealed allowing the wood to weather or “age.” it has only been a few years and the fence now looks like it’s been there for decades. it’s like seeing the statue of liberty when it’s not oxidized blue. with those changes, and if those changes are consistent for a length of time, then we establish associations and bonds with those truths and facts. it becomes the stuff that forms our reality. but some or many of those forms are temporary and perhaps context-fragile. for example the statue of liberty is pretty stable and tough. it is not “fragile.” but it is fragile to context if the context involves a city initiative to polish her. afterwards she looks copper and not her aqua blue and people’s reality is disturbed. their comforts shaken, perhaps probably their identity as well – especially for a city ego like new york that has a worldwide reputation.

the affect and effect of things over time. it is interesting.
perspective and perception can alter appreciation, can alter reality. how we look at things how we feel things or consider them changes much.
mindstates, influences, brainwash, campaign, instruction or education, conditioning, these things have a big impact.

i was also remarking about how each scratch or dent or worn piece is an exciting thing to me. where most people flinch or get disappointed, i feel elated. in ways, someone who wants things to (always) be perfect, to remain the same, unchanging, unmoving, static, permanent is someone who wants to no longer exist, to be dead, to be lifeless, to not be human; or they are just not thinking beyond their own boundaries.