This piece was inspired by a bit of a documentary I came across.
The documentary was about those who were sentenced to life in prison and how they found meaning within this context, i.e. what programs helped and so on.
I think we all confront life and death in our own way, but many times, we move through our lives with a certain mix of denial and disregard in relation to this. Often times, we tend not to think about it at all.
I wonder what it must be to live in a manner in which you confront this idea all the time.
Anyway, in the documentary a gentleman, who had killed someone, mentioned that he did not understand truly the meaning of his act until his own mother died. ( I think he was quite young when he committed the crime.)
And, I thought to myself- this is what experience does to us.
Perception is one thing. But perceptions can be wrong and they can be distorted.
Experience, though, brings us to KNOWING.
When you KNOW, you are no longer need to perceive. You know it and you know it without distortion.
The chair in the image speaks to the isolation experience may bring us. When we try to explain to those who have not experienced, we are working with their perceptions, not their knowing.
The conversation and sense of community changes when one speaks to those who have expeienced.