Karma, Another Level of Existence or Will All This Ever Mean Anything?

Probably pointless, but kind of strange. In the animation project I’ve let myself been devoured by, the phrase “Most important is the glimpse” occurs. I can’t say where I got it from. It’s not like I invented the words.

I’ve had experiences before of coming up with seemingly nonsensical phrases, only to recognize them later in books or movies. You would guess these are instances of ordinary forgetfulness, but let’s propose, for the moment… what if it it’s not?

Also: names. This has been a painful chagrin for bands and artists in need of artist names ever since Internet access became common: now that the world shares all this information all around, names are not unique anymore. Try to name your band, say, “Poleaxe”, and there’s already three of them. One of which is a tasteless techno outfit.

Your name no longer specifies your individuality. Is just another level of categorization. (My name is still completely unique and special, of course.) (No it’s not.)

So now, as whenever I want to use a particular name or phrase, I google it to see how many other thousands of instances there are, and what they’re using it for.

This link is a google image search for the phrase in question, and you know how Google ain’t too skilled in relevant image material. There are always weird results. But the resulting weirdness, in my special current interest, becomes an object of interpretation.

I get “Christopher Columbus First Voyage to America.” Okay. Then I get faces of Indian women. Then there’s a full moon gleaming through a blue curtain, gingerbread, a sad Lindsay Lohan, a screenshot of a computer game with blue dragons, a report on nuclear science, more gingerbread, John Locke in his coffin, blue Nike Zooms, the Eiffel tower from below, a pope, more sneakers, Naomi Klein, and further down, an assortment of philosophical and spiritual book covers.

Confusing.

I guess this is how you harvest outside of your regular field.

Oh crap, you know what? This is how Adrian Veidt looks at the world, isn’t it? Well, shit.