The unidentifiable beauty of adding perspective to a sum.
It turns out to be true, one plus one results in much more than just two. Of course, you could just hold on to the mathematical facts but in the world outside numbers, there’s a whole different perspective in adding things up. Soil plus rain make mud, immigrant plus white makes American, wood plus fire make heat, white plus Christian is good, refugee plus Muslim is bad. Simply summing up seems to be the only outcome a lot of people want to hear nowadays. It all needs to be simply explained and in line with what they learned in first grade. Some do put a perspective to the sum’s they make, homosexual plus marriage equals floods in Louisiana!
Sometimes one plus one really is just two, sometimes it takes two to make one. You could just be a part of one and, I know that too well when half of it is missing it turns out you’re just a quarter. The outcome of sums lays in the perspective, angle, time and distance you’re looking at it. C4 plus detonation results in an explosion, the outcome, however, depends on location and intention. Sometimes it takes just a split second to add up, sometimes it takes a lifetime. A candle plus a flame make light, but the final result is zero, an empty candle holder. All sum finally ends up in nothing over time. Sure, one plus one make another one, although nature decided to randomize the outcome, depending on species, luck and effort. Human nature ended up in making the outcome of sum’s variable, depending on greed and power. Get one and pay back two or three or more, suddenly time and demand become a factor, wherein other situations adding perspective is seen as a contortion of political verity, based on anonymous numbers.
Sometimes soil plus rain actually makes mud, but more often than not, the result is fertile land, the base for life. Depending on the added perspectives, the so-called angle of looking at things, the outcome of simple mathematical calculations become philosophical reflections, a never-ending debate on the truth. Place, time and circumstances enact the outcome of the simple sum’s we make. Indoctrinated superiority and lack of education make a mass of lunatics wanting America to be white again. Wood and fire do result in cosy warmth, but we all know, especially in Portugal, it can turn out in a big threat to nature and it’s inhabitants. Being white plus a believer in the love of some God could be good, but mostly isn’t if looking at people attacking abortion clinics, beating up homosexuals, sodomising children in front of a tabernacle, politicians ruling out of religion and claiming a promised land in which by nature white isn’t part of the local colour range. Being a Muslim refugee and a part of the political numbers makes you an obvious threat. Not to me, not to society in general, but to those who otherwise need to explain why the world is in such a mess. It’s much easier to put the blame on outsiders for the outcome of their greed than trying to convince the ordinary public that breaking down social security, the health-care system and individual freedom is just the prize that has to be paid to keep the elite in power so they can give them Olympic Games, brainwashing TV channels, Pokemon games and enough distraction for them to believe they’re free.
So where the hell do politicians get the right to put numbers on refugees, survivors of natural disasters and wars. Putting numbers on so-called economic and social resilience? Aren’t they all individual and multiple ones? We could start by forgetting numbers, see the world as a shared home. The result of two one’s fucking (yes, I could say making love but it sounds less provoking) could be three, but we call it one, one family, being a part of a bigger family. Nobody in their right mind multiplies to separate the outcome, the goal is always a new, bigger, better one. A lot of ones added together make a group, one group, a group of friends, a team in which there’s always room for new members, who will bring more one’s that are part of another team. We combine villages, city’s, countries, continents and finally one world. It gets hard when team members leave and get buried or burned, harder, unbearable when a part of our own, combined, one is lost. We don’t just subtract that part of the sum, we imagine that part of us living on in another dimension, left behind as just a fraction of the once so beloved one.
Sometimes one plus one really is just two, sometimes it takes two to make one. You could just be a part of one and, I know that too well when half of it is missing it turns out you’re just a quarter. The outcome of sums lays in the perspective, angle, time and distance you’re looking at it. C4 plus detonation results in an explosion, the outcome, however, depends on location and intention. Sometimes it takes just a split second to add up, sometimes it takes a lifetime. A candle plus a flame make light, but the final result is zero, an empty candle holder. All sum finally ends up in nothing over time. Sure, one plus one make another one, although nature decided to randomize the outcome, depending on species, luck and effort. Human nature ended up in making the outcome of sum’s variable, depending on greed and power. Get one and pay back two or three or more, suddenly time and demand become a factor, wherein other situations adding perspective is seen as a contortion of political verity, based on anonymous numbers.
Sometimes soil plus rain actually makes mud, but more often than not, the result is fertile land, the base for life. Depending on the added perspectives, the so-called angle of looking at things, the outcome of simple mathematical calculations become philosophical reflections, a never-ending debate on the truth. Place, time and circumstances enact the outcome of the simple sum’s we make. Indoctrinated superiority and lack of education make a mass of lunatics wanting America to be white again. Wood and fire do result in cosy warmth, but we all know, especially in Portugal, it can turn out in a big threat to nature and it’s inhabitants. Being white plus a believer in the love of some God could be good, but mostly isn’t if looking at people attacking abortion clinics, beating up homosexuals, sodomising children in front of a tabernacle, politicians ruling out of religion and claiming a promised land in which by nature white isn’t part of the local colour range. Being a Muslim refugee and a part of the political numbers makes you an obvious threat. Not to me, not to society in general, but to those who otherwise need to explain why the world is in such a mess. It’s much easier to put the blame on outsiders for the outcome of their greed than trying to convince the ordinary public that breaking down social security, the health-care system and individual freedom is just the prize that has to be paid to keep the elite in power so they can give them Olympic Games, brainwashing TV channels, Pokemon games and enough distraction for them to believe they’re free.
So where the hell do politicians get the right to put numbers on refugees, survivors of natural disasters and wars. Putting numbers on so-called economic and social resilience? Aren’t they all individual and multiple ones? We could start by forgetting numbers, see the world as a shared home. The result of two one’s fucking (yes, I could say making love but it sounds less provoking) could be three, but we call it one, one family, being a part of a bigger family. Nobody in their right mind multiplies to separate the outcome, the goal is always a new, bigger, better one. A lot of ones added together make a group, one group, a group of friends, a team in which there’s always room for new members, who will bring more one’s that are part of another team. We combine villages, city’s, countries, continents and finally one world. It gets hard when team members leave and get buried or burned, harder, unbearable when a part of our own, combined, one is lost. We don’t just subtract that part of the sum, we imagine that part of us living on in another dimension, left behind as just a fraction of the once so beloved one.
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