The Double Vision Of The Eyes From Which Stems Inspiration

Try to paint a picture of the present you are in, knowing that what you see depends only on what you expect to see.

The sea taught me to look at the sand as part of its vastness. Applying this aspect to the case of science, generally presented as an expansion of the infinite into the finite, where the grains of sand cannot be counted, and where the waves cannot be reduced in number, I conclude that ideally the parts that connect to eternity, of what is truly whole, depend on the simultaneous existence, in absolute value, of all image elements arranged in the time interval allocated to an absolute frame of reference: the present.

Here, and only now, I have to use the FREEZE procedure (freezing the image), according to the chosen viewing angle, in order to distinguish the parts that are not presented separately from the whole and, thus, to avoid the conflict that the three-dimensional illusion produces in a flat surface, far too wide.

I am also often surprised that I am struck by a 3D augmented scene, I am pierced by a sensation coming from somewhere other than here, which I would like to retain on the retina of my memory for its unique and unrepeatable value. For whenever I look at the surface of the sea, this mystical space, suggesting the value of silence, I feel as if I am entering a world beyond my sphere of experience, unable to make any change in a reality that offers more than a virtual mirage. Yes, it is an incomplete reality. Nevertheless, it gives the viewer the opportunity to imagine various ways to complete a cyclical narrative, full of vigor and captivating, about visionaries whose zeal and imagination compete with the great discoveries of current science.

Leadership: Can you form a new model of reality when you reconstruct a single image from the perception of two flat and different images coming from each eye?

My eyes are still caught between the overlays of two transformative images: one called Syternathis (the manifestation of adoration for the miracle of reality) and the other called Terrsenauthis (the background of a memory that never forgets), each of them establishing the identity of another dimension of the creation that responds in a deeper way to the idea formulated by the writer Mario Vargas Llosa: “Fiction is not life lived, but another life invented with materials provided by the first life and without which real life would be more sordid and poorer than it is.”

And I still know my eyes so well, and in my soul they scan my horizons, as in stories, with the effective intensity of a flashing light equal to the intensity of a fixed light, that I manage to support the maintenance of cognitive function and optimal vision. I am convinced of this, because in this way I can easily explore, in my own way, the deep truths of a world that seems to absorb me into it, but never sinks.

With the intensity of experiencing a moment of immersion in the unreal, expanding the sphere of light around a cosmic field of energy that interacts with everything that exists around, I assume an inspiration embroidered on the edge of the ultimate truth: “what I see depends on what I am expecting to see.”

Leadership: Can you create a visual representation that communicates those emotions expressed by viewing two separate or superimposed images of the same moment of reflection?

And when I look at the sea, dreamily and nostalgically, I think about what would happen if the wind of a late autumn evening took the sand and carried it to serene distances where there is no life, and no death, but only immense chaos dark and cold. How could the dreamer be caught in the spell of the sea from the very first pages of his unfinished novel, how could he feel every emotion of the protagonist who seems to have known him for a lifetime, himself being his own creation?

I have no doubt that what further strengthens my claim to authenticity is precisely the “double vision”, that is, the visualization of two separate or superimposed images of the same moment of reflection, when only one should be seen. Me and the creator, the director and the character-narrator of the same novel.

In this case, the images I encounter, the ones that strike me or move me, can be side by side, one above the other or a combination of the two. An image of the sea breaking its waves on the fine sand of a wonderful beach, the waves biting the beach sand, carrying it out to sea. And an image in which I am closely connected to nature, where the longing for a new world, in the sublime of a momentary demonstration, is personified by the flight of sand grains carried by the wind with the passage of time, the memories surrounding me like seagulls that take flight towards infinity.

Declaring leadership in the space of creation is achieved through an image in which you are emotionally involved, with the mention that what is seen in the image, and to which a source of memories is associated, is a description of what is in your power to reinvent.

Can you reinvent the story of your life by appealing to the suggestive power of an image?

The Double Vision Of The Eyes From Which Stems Inspiration is closely related to two images captured simultaneously, but perceived differently: one that makes you lose yourself for good minutes in a beautiful dream, and another that is achieved “here and now”, in the conditions the action of stimuli and objects on the sense organs.

In the Quran, there is a paragraph that caught my attention recently: “God kept a man dead for a hundred years, then resurrected him and questioned him. How long did you lay there? And the man answered: A day, or even less.”

I know just as well how it is with time and the space in which I spent my time. At one point I dreamed that I was running on the deserted sand, surrounded only by the sea, with a very vast horizon in front of me. I couldn’t tell if the sea or the sand would end. Then I woke up from the dream. And even to this day I have not stopped remembering this dream in which I wandered for hours without waking up. A dream that sometimes an artist creates, and life crushes him a thousand times…