Hommage to Jan Svanmajer's Little Otik. Once upon a time, there was a woman who wanted very much to have a baby. To cheer her up, her husband carved one from a tree root, and was horrified when his wife treated the bit of wood as if it were a real infant...
Imposing our desires and the words and structures that come with them on things can turn those things into monsters. We always do this for safety, though, these attempts at mastering the world that surrounds us with our limited expectations and understanding. All of our cerebral tools can separate us from the pure apprehension of the thing itself, at a certain point they must be left behind.
Part Two (of sorts) later today.
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