The sun, heavens fire, glows hotly, embracing my being while the sea before me dances, whitecaps stretching foamy fingers skyward in an attempt to grasp the elusive rays and pull them to it’s bosom.
What I have written is a sentence in which I attempted to be as descriptive as possible. I was trying to paint a word picture. In reality, we are surrounded by them, either written or read. But initially, they are just words. It isn’t until we interpret them that the picture begins to come to life. And here is the interesting thing. Everyone that reads it, will paint a different picture.
I call it the theater of the mind. The curtain rose when you first read the statement. Before you, the scene was set with a sun hanging conspicuously, somewhere high above a stage engulfed in water, tiny whitecaps dancing back and forth with arms reaching to touch the sun.. Alone, you stood, surrounded by the sunlight, silent, contemplating the scene. Instantly, they were no longer just words. They became an animated picture. A scene as simple or as complex as your imagination allowed.
We have thousands of these vignettes every day. Our whole life is punctuated with scenes like the above without us really giving it any thought. We see. We digest. We move on, each act either discarded or stored.
I think it would be so interesting to be part of a group that read the same thing at the same time and then described what it is that they saw. Even to the point of trying to draw it. We are such complex beings, you and I. Just imagine the diversity of thought and insight to which we would be treated.