Simplicity is only but the wing span of a butterfly. Complexity is but the wave of that butterflies wing. What I am saying is that complexity lies beneath simplicity like skin to flesh.
Language is the skin to our communication. We define what we see, what we hear, what we can touch, what we know, what we believe.
What I see as a sheet of paper is still a piece of paper. Once I write on the piece of paper it is no longer just a piece of paper, now it has transcended to a more complex piece of paper.
What I call love sounds so simple, yet it is the skin of the actual meaning. It is both connotative and denotative. We can define it by symbol like a heart or by it’s literal meaning as a feeling of care and compassion for someone or something.
We look at the world and see through what for months your cells have created on their own. With this you can see how the cell is both the skin and the flesh. The flesh is simply what is underneath the skin, the meat of the matter. When you look at the world, you see colors which are in fact complex and not simple because they are in fact reflections of light into the back of your eye which is projected into your brain as color.
Skin is what is seen and known by us. The flesh is what is deeper behind the meaning.
When we interpret philosophy and Truth, we cannot simply see the Truth as Truth, but see it in it’s beautiful core. In order for the butterfly to show it’s colors it must open it’s wings. So shall we also open ourselves when we read, listen, and interpret Truth.
The answers we seek, we have already found.
In order to see, we dissect all our human knowledge and create an interpretation.
In order to understand, we appreciate the beauty of the whole and look no further.
-Andrew Leamon (Me)
