Revisiting, Reseeing



April 14th, 2024 by Diana Coman

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What do you see in it, I wonder - the caked mud or the precise, fractal-like contours of the soil's own scales? The barren soil and lack of any green or the variety of browns and the striking contrast of the almost black and white larger pieces? Some fanciful dragon bone poking out from the ground at that place or merely a mud-path in a mud place, dirt piled upon dirt?

Possibly none of the above indeed, possibly nothing at all - "it's just a picture of some mud, ffs!" Or possibly something else entirely, why not? I know I used to see "just a picture of some mud" long time ago, when I also barely had the patience to look twice at it. Revisiting old places this year though meant as well reseeing1 them and thus noticing not as much the changes or the lack of changes in those places as how much more I saw indeed in them2. This is quite easy in fact when one has inquisitive children around, to bring into sharp contrast just how little seeing is truly made by the eye and how much more is rather made by... experience perhaps, for lack of a better word. Their eyes saw it all better and faster than mine for sure and nevertheless, they circled back to it for a second look when I pointed out some detail or similarity and then... they came back with further questions on pretty much everything around, of course, how else.

It all sort of started with going back to those rolling hills of my childhood for a break. The old house there is falling down but there's a new house built now, with all modern comforts and otherwise looking inside more "authentic" to modern eyes than the actually authentic, even. It's pretty and comfortable and all that so everyone insisted I should stay there with them, of course and I said I will, too, if they insist so much, only I'll still set up for the night my own tent further up the hill closer to the trees and the silence and the dark. My own child jumped up with joy at the idea, the other adults shook their heads at this, of course, and I let them do it as much as they wanted, it's long time since it stopped bothering me in the slightest. We sat with them for the day and then we went to our own quiet place for the evening - only to find that in half an hour at most, my nieces came to visit and then well, it was story time and star gazing time and eventually, reluctantly, sleeping time, even.

One day, we went also a bit further - not all that far from the green rolling hills, about one hour away by car across the serpentines, the landscape turns barren and alien, seemingly desert-like with its light brown, almost yellow dunes on which no vegetation grows at all. There are only cracked fault lines running like outstretched, grasping fingers through the dried, acidic soil:

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What humidity there is comes directly as mud rather than water - and not any sort of mud but bubbling, overboiling mud spilling at various intervals from holes in the ground that can go several kilometres down even when they barely show as a small opening at the surface. A small opening is all it takes indeed for the gases trapped underneath to find a way out and bring with them a steady supply of water, soil and minerals that give the surfaces its colouring such as it is. The air smells at times of sulphur and some of the bubbling puddles are visibly yellow, too. In places, the mud formed small mounds with fantastic shapes but it's all very much a work in progress, as the bubbling and the sculpting is ongoing:

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The child was delighted with it all - "it's Moon-like!" - and kept trying to conquer the peaks such as they were and otherwise to dam, divert or in any case make the moving mud follow his will, of course.

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Over the next few days, I took the child hiking and he took with him his new little drone to try out in the "wilderness" as he put it. We saw deer, hares and foxes in the woods, quite closer to the open and more easily met with than I ever saw them before but we didn't meet nor see any other person at all, even at a distance. And the woods looked to my eye more full of dead wood than I ever saw them, while the hills seemed in places to have missed at least one round of grass cutting, sporting rather sadly the dried out long grass of last autumn, still.

People's absence aside, the woods were slowly waking up to spring and it was, sadly, too early for any mushrooms or wild berries of any kind, despite the weather being rather warm for this time of the year. But in the open, on the hillsides, the plum trees were already blossoming all around:

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Matching it all, it also turns out that those fangled new fences that were all the rage some 5-10 years ago have been so abandoned meanwhile that one can hardly tell where they were so hastily errected at that time. Apparently the initial enthusiasm in fencing out whole hills and woods for oneself doesn't quite age that well nor does it survive the amount of maintenance required to keep the fences up in such place, who knew. Apparently all one needs to do at times is to simply wait for nonsense to exhaust itself, at least in some happy cases. We circled the village from all sides on the hills around and we found time and place for everything - for stories and drone flying as well as for climbing, resting and learning to orient oneself in that sort of rural landscape. And I took pictures this time, remembering how much I felt the lack of those I failed to take years ago so here's the last batch including even the mandatory picture of myself, apparently still frowning in that sort of sun without even knowing it and regardless of the dark glasses - some things apparently really don't change at all, no matter what one does or how much time passes...

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  1. Why exactly is this not a commonly used word? Why can it be perfectly well recalling rather than "calling it again" but it's supposed to be "seeing it again" rather than reseeing? 

  2. It always seemed rather surprising to me how accounts of old, familiar places tend to either lament the ways in which those places changed (the loss of some "good old times" of one sort or another) or precisely the opposite, the ways in which those places failed to change (the persistence of some "bad old times", I suppose). For my part, revisiting and reseeing something always felt more like adding to the previous images of it, accumulating depth as it were and not at all a flat "find the difference" or "find the similarity" exercise. So I revisit, resee and remeet - I know, I know, this is not supposed to be a valid word either, ever wondered why not? - old, familiar places quite calmly and with fresh rather than merely nostalgic pleasure or displeasure. The past remains as it was at all times, it can't change and the present is simply made all the more substantial by it as far as I'm concerned, that's all. Possibly a persistent and rather stubborn memory greatly supports this approach. 

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10 Responses to “Revisiting, Reseeing”

  1. Luka D says:

    You found The Mel's Hole - Romanian version :)))

    Actually, what you describe in the first part is called Pareidolia and usually it happens because the more we grow the less we know or see. We become too pragmatic and the education and knowledge for sure bring you some clarity but give you the tunnel vision as well.

  2. Diana Coman says:

    Oh hey, welcome back on the written Internets, Luka!

    As far as I know, pareidolia is quite specifically imagining meaning from randomness, so I would say that the "fanciful dragon bone" certainly fits in there but the fractal-like contours don't really, they are quite the opposite, if anything, because it's exactly that sort of image that is made entirely predictably and proven with various fractal methods when using specific noise (which is again, quite on purpose not quite random for all that it seems so, e.g. worley noise tends to make quite easily something in that style). Also, dunno, does it mean I'm going the other way around here since I had the "tunnel vision" of "only mud, ffs" when I was a kid and find quite a wide variety of other things currently?

    Then again, given that we anyway perceive all reality indirectly at best, it's quite dubious how does one even truly know exactly just where the line is between what one imagines when one "sees" and what there actually is....

  3. Luka D says:

    Oh yes, I was lost and now I am back, you know me, the little ghost. I have a doggy that I need to walk and after that I will read everything and come back with my answer.

  4. Luka D says:

    OK, I have two explanations for those two links:

    - first one - you overestimate me;
    - second one - you try to humiliate me;

    :))))

    Now back to the topic:

  5. Diana Coman says:

    Hey, illustrations are just that, without any powerplay intentions, lolz. But in a nutshell: what one "sees" is very little to do with the eyes as sensor organs and very much to do with the brain as complex information processing. It's true that the information processing can be at times just entirely based on pattern matching and thus pareidolia proper, without any relation to what is there *but* this doesn't mean that this is all it can be - quite on the contrary, it can also be revealing of more than there seemed to be visible at first sight and for a concrete example of this, just think of what a trained doctor "sees" in an X-ray image compared to what a child may see in that same image, that's all.

  6. Luka D says:

    pffff! my message didn't go through, lovely, I thought it was only at my end.

  7. Diana Coman says:

    Weird, the only case where I think the box might end up eating the text is if there's some unclosed html tag or what looks like it so something like "- >" but without the space in between - and >. Maybe your browser's cache still has it?

  8. Luka D says:

    Nope.

    I will try to rephrase it and this time I will keep a copy of the message.

    "Also, dunno, does it mean I'm going the other way around here since I had the "tunnel vision" of "only mud, ffs" when I was a kid and find quite a wide variety of other things currently?

    Then again, given that we anyway perceive all reality indirectly at best, it's quite dubious how does one even truly know exactly just where the line is between what one imagines when one "sees" and what there actually is..."

    I am pretty sure you heard about the Invisible Ships Myth, a phenomena that happened few times in history. Basically, when Columbus (not the best sailor in the world) went to his marvelous voyage to Asia with 3 ships, Santa Maria under his command, and the Nina and Pinta under the command of two brothers, landed on Guanahani, in our times known as San Salvador. Santa Maria was a huge ship but the aborigines didn't see it nor the other two ships, this phenomena was explained in our days and is called Perceptual Blindness. Perceptual Blindness is happening when an individual or a group of individuals are unable to see something that is obviously in plain sight and is easy to see. PB is happening not because of some kind of visual impairment but more because of the lack of attention or because the brain literally cannot recognize the image so just gives a false signal that the object doesn't exist.

    And again back to your paragraph, for the majority of humans if they see a spot of mud is only a spot of mud, but for you can be 3D fantastic dragon while for me can a unicorn, for religious people can be the image of Jesus and for a blind man will be a mud only after he steps in it. I do believe the knowledge, the background, the personality and not only, do play a role in what we perceive or not. For the majority of people the imagination stops developing at some point in life, but for some people the opposite happens. People in TikTok b/s era are only imitating, re-applying not even adjust or reinforce what they know or what they see. Is pure idiocy. Of course, from this we can go to epistemology, agnosticism (knows as methodological solipsism), etc.

    Fun fact: Columbus after he came back from Bahamas kept his idea that actually he reached Asia.

    Let's see if my reply will go through or I will baffle your site again.

  9. Luka D says:

    Eurekussss!!!!!!!!!!

  10. Diana Coman says:

    Well, information for which there is no reference (or for which the processing cost is simply "too big") is lost indeed, aka "doesn't exist/can't see it" so yes, "perceptual blindness", "kept his idea" and so on. Or in biblical words, they have eyes but do not see, they have ears but do not hear. And sure, repeaters don't need to process anything, they are used simply as a transmitting medium, quite without any contribution of their own - whether or how is that otherwise distinguishable from a non-human is anyone's guess but it will probably be worked out in practice quite soon enough.

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