MY UNHUMAN CAMERA
Do you believe that objectivity rules the perspective of every human, or is it the other way around?
Which part of you captures the realistic part of life?
Is it the eyes?
A camera that views an object,
Captures them to be mulled around by the mind,
Or is it the mind?
An artistic organ that comes up with ideas,
Thoughts or facts based on its previous experience,
Or is it the hands?
A part of the body that blindly holds and folds,
Waiting for the brain and eyes to interpret what it holds or folds,
Or it might probably be the feet.
Carrying the heavy body of a human, the feet are a beast of burden.
Dragging its loads from one place to the other without any thought,
Nor acknowledgement of the weight of its burden,
Or maybe it’s the ear.
An organ that captures the sound from the outside world,
And place them at the door of the mind for interpretation.
Or would it be the mouth?
I hardly doubt that.
A hypocrite in its own right,
But also a truthteller,
The mouth is a colour to the soul of the mind.
It could be deceitful in red.
Or happy in pink,
But it needs the mind to protray its thought.
And that brings us back.
Which part captures the most realistic part of life?
The truth is, the eyes can.
They capture life as it is.
But the brain interprets its lenses subjectively.
And feeds its thoughts to the lens,
Colouring the definition of whatever the eyes had seen,
In that case, there’s no objective lens that explains life as it is.
