It’s amazing how we can other someone at a glance
We can suffocate another’s life force with a Samurai swipe of a judgment passed.
Presuming to “get” where another has come from,
we encapsulate human beings in Skittle-sized stereotypes,
reducing and desiccating their abundant selves into barren shadows and frail silhouettes.
Most of us live in this world of silhouettes.
Silhouettes, like origami cranes, are weightless
They contain no substance, no meat, no life force, no flexibility
They skirt through the air without belonging, and exert no gravity.
They are hallowed “could-be’s”, cast into a desolate limbo state of two-dimensionality and longing.
We never really see a silhouette
We just hear ourselves conclude, “oh yeah, I’ve seen that. I get it.”
In this rampant culture of oversimplification, of stratification and proclamation,
we sand away the beautiful, complex corners of life.
We cast human beings — these gigantic biospheres and intuitive engineers –out of their natural state of nuance and genius, into a ghost world.
The vacant world of silhouettes and caricatures.
Idiot. Immigrant. Naive teen. Bleeding-heart.
In the moment that we see another human being as anything less
than interminably complex and infinitely ripe with creativity,
we other them into the shadowy, sequestered half-life of a silhouette.
And then we climb back into our homes and wonder why the world feels so dark and flat.