To be able to simplify means you understand the complexity of an equation and have taken the intentional action of reducing it to its basic understanding while honoring its meaning for existing.
When I refer to something as a "chromatically segmented parabola" instead of simply calling it a rainbow, I’m asking myself: am I speaking to project a display of what I know, or am I genuinely trying to be understood? I also accept that resonation is reliant on personal discernment, and what connects with one person may not with another. Communication, then, becomes not just about the words we choose, but about knowing how to make them meaningful in a way that speaks to each listener’s understanding.
The ability to break something down, like a math equation, into its simplest form while still honoring the deeper meaning behind it, is where true understanding lies. It’s about stripping away complexity without losing the essence, making sure the core message remains intact and accessible, while also respecting the richness of what’s being conveyed.
This process of simplifying requires both clarity and respect for the original intent. Truly putting our best foot forward in communication, then, is a balance between clarity and depth, where simplicity doesn’t diminish meaning but rather illuminates it, and complexity doesn't obscure or overwhelm, but enhances understanding through thoughtful application.
I believe it wise then to use both of the terms "chromatically segmented parabola" and "rainbow" recognizing that each serves a different purpose, one to convey a deeper, more nuanced perspective, and the other to offer simplicity and clarity, both of which allow for the message to be understood depending on the mind that takes the information in.
What if you could have a complex mind, full of depth and intricacy, but reduce it to its simplest form, driven by desire? Where the richness of thought becomes a source of enjoyment rather than overwhelm. In this way, complexity isn’t hidden or simplified into nothing, it’s transformed into something engaging and deeply human.
However, what if you could entertain the idea that you do not want to be understood, and it is because within yourself there is an unyielding irritation in the process of making yourself understandable? Suppose, then, that you are revealing a depth of desire for connectivity that goes beyond the surface, reaching into your roots rather than just your tree. What remains unseen, what stays in the shadows of your being, is nourished by this unexplainable longing, a hunger for something deeper, something that isn’t easily articulated. It’s the silent and thrives in the mystery of desire itself.
Perhaps it is within this self awareness that this insatiable desire becomes ever more present, growing stronger as you recognize the depth of your longing for connection that transcends explanation. There is now this craving for knowing, a deep yearning not just to connect, but to understand the very essence of that connection, to possess the knowledge of its roots and how it shapes your being.
Following that desire you may find a smoldering ember that still remains, a quiet, persistent passion fueled by the unfulfilled craving for connection and the deep hunger to understand its power.
And then begins the tug of war, a battle not of forces pulling in opposite directions, but of two dominant powers inching ever closer, each step amplifying the tension between them. This tension is born not from uncertainty, but from the knowing, each force is aware of the other, aware of its desires. There is an intimate awareness of exactly what the other knows. It’s a razor's edge they walk, and the pleasure comes not from resolution, but from the unbearable tension itself, the delicate friction of two forces holding their ground, aware that at any moment, that ember, quietly smoldering, can either flare into a volatile, all consuming fire or burn out in the quiet despair of unspoken connection. The intensity lies in that very moment of choice of whether to live on the edge of desire, where the pull itself is the pleasure, or to let go and unleash the fury that has been building all along.
It’s as if the force with the most knowledge secretly relishes the power dynamic, not wanting the other to fully understand, yet still yearning for the submission of itself into another. This paradox, desiring control while craving surrender, fuels the tension, creating a push and pull that is both frustrating and intoxicating. However, what is more frustrating is how this force continually breaks itself down to be understood, when, in truth, it seeks not to be understood, but to understand through the tension of another’s comprehension.
Logic and desire go hand in hand. Desire leads into what is deeply felt and intrinsically motivating, driving us toward what we truly yearn for. Meanwhile, logic honors the meaning behind the depth of that connection with another. When the roots run deep within us and within our logical mind, the fulfillment of them being watered seems like an unobtainable goal. The desire to see those roots nourished is the drive to feel the weight of connection. It is the fire within, the relentless hope that tells us that one day, despite the impossibility, we will find the water we crave.
The awareness of the presence of this water, and knowing it is there, even if distant, becomes the catalyst for yearning, turning the journey itself into something sacred. It is in this knowing that the thirst is both tormenting and sustaining, for it pulls us deeper, reminding us that fulfillment is not just in reaching the source, but in the longing, the constant pull towards it.
But how would this water not extinguish the fire of passion? The water, though deeply sought after, does not quench the flame but rather it feeds it. Perhaps this is then not water at all, but fuel, something that doesn’t douse the flame, but makes it burn with an uncontainble intensity. It is not about the desire quenched, but the knowing of the craving itself.
Logic and desire walk hand in hand, each one fuels growth, sparks understanding, and leads to the kind of connection that is not just desired, but deeply felt.
What is the understanding then? Do you wish to prove competency, checking the boxes on your social interactions and making sure you get the equation correct, that you labeled your chromatic fragments accordingly. Oh great, the probability that you are superficially successful are high!
However, have you implored within you a craving of being understood? The idea that to the one who it matters, simply calling it the rainbow means that they harbor the complexity of understanding the torrential downpour and what it took for the sun to come out again at the most perfect minute to cause a refraction of light within the drop, as it paints its chromatic fragments in front of your very eyes.
Perhaps within you, exists a yearning for someone to understand the depths of your storms, knowing that someone understands the journey of what it truly means to be self aware. A desire for a resonation within a particular transient shade within those chromatic fragments that not any eye can see, but yours can. A genuine connection within authentic love is one where both of your souls understand the unspoken language of experience.
And so, we refer to it not a rainbow for them, or a chromatically segmented parabola for us, but the hues we have yet to discover together, as we set the tone to experience the authenticity of our being, which is simply, enough.
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