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2014年9月13日 星期六

The Central that Never Was (不存在的中環)


It seems that Central has been there forever. Yet it might just as well be that it never existed.  We never ever seem to have time for her. Yet when was it that we ever had time?
 

Some lines in Central



Some shapes


Reflected Buildings


Multiple reflections


Multiple drops


Bigger and brighter drops


Even closer

 

Central Blue

 

A few people  


 Some light and shade


A boat


A pier


 a skyline


The other side of the harbor


Sea and sky 


Better off than on?


shadows of leaves of gold?


In a wonderful little book of poetry called the Prophet, Kahlil Gibran, talked of many things, taking its form from Nietzsche's Thus Spake Zarathustra. One of the things he talked about is that elusive quality called Beauty which may appear in many forms to people in different vocations and situations and emotional states and forms a favorite theme of much poetry

There, the poet says: "where shall you seek beauty and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide and how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech" but to the Prophet, which may be the alter ego of Gibran, "beauty" is not a need but an ecstasy: "it is is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, but rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, but rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw but rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight." And the Prophet advises the people, "beauty is life when life unveils her holy face" but "you are life and you are the veil" and "beauty" is "eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror". Contrary to what many think, beauty is NOT something you find in the world, but a condition of our soul, seen from the perspective of eternity of which we are its incarnation. Do we have time for a glimpse of eternity? If not, shall we make time for a glimpse of that eternity?