proximity over page
Sinking deeper and deeper within the self, I arrive at the place of… me. And so do you and so do all of us. The more intimate we become aware of what awakens, hurts, humors or heals us, the more we understand our personal landscape.
And it’s in true discovery and acknowledgment of the personal landscape that we begin to be moved by the personal landscape of the other.
I have the ability to know deeply about the horrors and injustices of something 2,000 miles via word on page, but have no way of knowing the horrors and injustices about my neighbor across the apartment hall unless I compel myself toward their life and they to mine.
And thus I end up having my heartbreak for the intangible and the far away. Which leaves me feeling helpless and incapable.
How can my heart begin to break here?
How can I do the hard work of knowing me and knowing another in a capacity beyond reading words on touchscreen hosted pages?
How can I be hand in hand with those in pain here rather than having my thumbs scroll over the stories of there?
Perhaps the biggest difficulty we face in this globalized sphere is having our hearts break over pulse in proximity rather than pulse via page.