I saw someone with a camera around their neck today. Someone else warned them that it was dangerous because it could get stolen. Makes me wonder what things are so valuable that they aren't worth the risk of using. I have always felt if its too valuable to use its not work keeping. I guess its a lesson I learned from my mom who used the nice dishes instead of leaving them in the cupboard.
Its good take care of things. Its good to be wise. But if the fear of loosing things makes them useless then its better to get rid of them. I guess its why you should loan good books when they might not come back. Its why you drive your new car when it could get scratched. It why you wear your nice cloths even when they might get dirty. Its why you loan your tools when they could get broken. And that is why you carry your camera even though it could get stolen, rained on, dropped or lost.
Photo by McKeeth
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
In defence of Questions
I have begun to notice a singular pattern in conversations I have been having lately. I ask lots of question trying to understand what other people think or believe. I try never to assume that I understand someone's point of view. Oddly people rarely return the favor. I had a friend recently accuse me of doubting everything he said (because I asked lots of questions) but having no beliefs of my own. I wanted to say, "Well, you never asked me what I thought."
It seems that questions have a bad reputation. I remember asking questions in church settings and at university hoping to get an explanation but instead I got a lecture. It seems that questions are associated with ignorance, rather than the desire to know. I have come to realize that questions are often viewed as attacks, which they are some times, but not always. There is a danger in assuming that all questions are attacks. Questions are associated with doubt, but not all questions come from doubt. When I ask a question people often assume that I disagree, but I may need more information to draw a conclusion.
Questions have a bad reputation, for we say phrases like "to questioned his integrity" or "He questioned his beliefs". These examples show how we equate questions with doubt. To doubt is to question, but to question should be to seek understanding. What would the world be like if questions were seen as good. If we questioned our integrity to test our actions, if we questioned our beliefs to see if we really believe them. If we asked questions to find answers rather than to doubt them.
I guess the real problem is listening. Many questions are asked with out the desire of an answer. Many answers are given without paying attention to the question. Many professors have turned to me after a long drawn out explanation to ask "does that answer your question". I shrug my shoulders because I don't want to say no.
One important thing that I learned from asking my mom questions as a kid is that every question has an answer. Some times that answer is "I don't know." It seems that those two words with a contraction in the middle are very hard to say. It seems that not only are questions associated with ignorance but good answers like "I don't know" are also. Some how we associate "I don't know" with stupidity, there is no relation. Many smart, wise intelligent people have said " I don't know". Honesty and not obfuscation is the best answer to any question.
Another way to answer questions is silence. Upon occasion when people are kind enough to ask me an honest question, I will not say anything other than "That is a good question". I am not a very flexible person but my foot can get in my mouth awfully quick when I'm not thinking carefully. My answers usually come about two hours after the question by which time it is too late. I wonder what it would be like if we didn't expect instant answers. If we broke off our conversations went off and thought a while and then came back. That would be the way to respect a good question. Oddly I have found that many people have a reset button they push after each conversation. I will bring up a topic again after a few days hoping to continue where we left off but I have to start over and hear all the stories and facts all over again. I know its hard to remember what I told who but that is when you ask the all important question. "Have I told you this before?"
Questions need more respect. If I haven't convinced you feel free to ask me what ever you like.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
What is Art?
I am going to attempt to define what art is for me, or more precisely what it is that the artist does. It seems that when I ask someone to define art they start to wax eloquent about personal expression and beauty and forms and shapes but never do I hear anything concrete. Some would say that the thing that makes art beautiful is precisely the fact that it escapes description. I would agree that why we like art is a mystery, but how we accomplish it isn't.
Put simply, I define the artist as one who organizes symbols or signs to create meaning. Art, then, is a particular arraignment of symbols or signs attempting to create meaning. The mystery of art for me is that as human beings we quickly give meanings to an arrangement of signs. I could draw three lines on different sheets of paper and they would mean nothing. I could draw the same three lines on the same piece of paper and you might see a face or a triangle or a representation of van Gogh's left ear.
As I have studied different types of art I have again and again noticed this pattern of meaning by association. The way cinema works is taking different pieces of film and putting them together and suddenly we have a story. You see a hand holding a gun, then a man sitting in a chair, then you see a door open and your mind will put the three unrelated pictures together and you will get the idea that you are about to see a murder. By selecting the images you see the editor of the movie has created a meaning out of unrelated pictures.
The actor does in the theater does much the same thing. Instead of putting pictures together the actor puts actions together. Lets say you saw an actor walk across the stage and pick up a book. Nothing remarkable there, but lets say the actor read a few words and then throws the book in the trash. There are endless possibilities of things that picking up a book could imply based on its context, instead of throwing the book away the actor could walk back across the stage and begin to make dinner.
I have begun to see this common line among all art. The artist organizes and edits what you see. The photographer decides what you will see in the picture. The movie director selects what will be in the frame. The painter combines shapes and colors in a particular order. One who draws is putting lines together. The musician puts notes together to create a song and the writer selects what words to use and in what order.
It is amazing to me how simply putting things next to each other creates meaning, that the difference between a good book and a mediocre one is not the words used, but their arrangement. Of all the arts my personal bias is for the art of words. For words are capable of the most amazing associations. When you stop to think what a metaphor is, it is nothing more than a bizarre organization. It is in metaphors where we find out that the truth is a knife, that pens are swords and that life is sweet.
I would argue that art at its core has never changed. Our style has changed but the essence of what we are doing has not. I get frustrated when people talk about one art form as more advanced than another or when someone says that this painting or this poem is very "modern" in a tone that implies that it is less "primitive" than others. For me there is no primitive art, just snobby artist. I don't deny that art has change or that is has developed, but the truth is that the mechanics are the same as ever. Maybe we have changed and art has remained the same.
If art is not defined by its order, than order is at least a characteristic that defines art. For me how art works isn't a mystery. But why it works? I don't know.
Photography by: Andrew McKeeth
Put simply, I define the artist as one who organizes symbols or signs to create meaning. Art, then, is a particular arraignment of symbols or signs attempting to create meaning. The mystery of art for me is that as human beings we quickly give meanings to an arrangement of signs. I could draw three lines on different sheets of paper and they would mean nothing. I could draw the same three lines on the same piece of paper and you might see a face or a triangle or a representation of van Gogh's left ear.
As I have studied different types of art I have again and again noticed this pattern of meaning by association. The way cinema works is taking different pieces of film and putting them together and suddenly we have a story. You see a hand holding a gun, then a man sitting in a chair, then you see a door open and your mind will put the three unrelated pictures together and you will get the idea that you are about to see a murder. By selecting the images you see the editor of the movie has created a meaning out of unrelated pictures.
The actor does in the theater does much the same thing. Instead of putting pictures together the actor puts actions together. Lets say you saw an actor walk across the stage and pick up a book. Nothing remarkable there, but lets say the actor read a few words and then throws the book in the trash. There are endless possibilities of things that picking up a book could imply based on its context, instead of throwing the book away the actor could walk back across the stage and begin to make dinner.
I have begun to see this common line among all art. The artist organizes and edits what you see. The photographer decides what you will see in the picture. The movie director selects what will be in the frame. The painter combines shapes and colors in a particular order. One who draws is putting lines together. The musician puts notes together to create a song and the writer selects what words to use and in what order.
It is amazing to me how simply putting things next to each other creates meaning, that the difference between a good book and a mediocre one is not the words used, but their arrangement. Of all the arts my personal bias is for the art of words. For words are capable of the most amazing associations. When you stop to think what a metaphor is, it is nothing more than a bizarre organization. It is in metaphors where we find out that the truth is a knife, that pens are swords and that life is sweet.
I would argue that art at its core has never changed. Our style has changed but the essence of what we are doing has not. I get frustrated when people talk about one art form as more advanced than another or when someone says that this painting or this poem is very "modern" in a tone that implies that it is less "primitive" than others. For me there is no primitive art, just snobby artist. I don't deny that art has change or that is has developed, but the truth is that the mechanics are the same as ever. Maybe we have changed and art has remained the same.
If art is not defined by its order, than order is at least a characteristic that defines art. For me how art works isn't a mystery. But why it works? I don't know.
Photography by: Andrew McKeeth
bulletin board
Which is more important? What you have to say or how you say it?
I can only guess at what people wanted to announce on this board, but I can tell you for sure that they used staples.
I can only guess at what people wanted to announce on this board, but I can tell you for sure that they used staples.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Imagination and Me
I have often considered writing an autobiography. As of yet I feel that I lack both the proper perspective of age and have not done enough to write about. So while the the full length version of my life may never. I will put down here what could possibly comprise a few pages of a book about my life.
If this was an autobiography this would be a fragment of the chapter called, "A brief History of My Imagination."
If this was an autobiography this would be a fragment of the chapter called, "A brief History of My Imagination."
A Brief History of my imagination
I have often wondered what other kids my age spent their time thinking about. My childhood was filled with all kinds of heroic, wild and often bizarre imaginings to name a few adjectives. My imaginings came in fads. Some times I would spend days running through forgotten battle fields of world war II doing amazing feats of bravery and valor. Then other days I would vanquish dragons and evil warriors. You might be thinking that there examples are wild and possibly heroic, but bizarre? Oh just wait.
I used to imagine that life was just a dream. I entertained this fantasy off and on for years. Imagined that the real me was actually sleeping and dreaming my current existence. The real me was a giant who lived in a world similar to this one except everything was bigger. Unlike this world you slept a life time and then woke up and were awake a life time. Then you slept again and dreamed about another whole life. I imagined that things that happened in this world, which existed inside the brain of the real me, were related to uneasy slumber. Rolling over in bed could cause earth quakes and natural disasters. I of course realized that if I was actually dreaming everything that was around me including my family and everyone I knew were actually projections of my brain. It was of course disturbing to think that my dad wasn't real but I figured he must be a shadow of my real dad in the real world where I was sleeping. I also began to realize that the dream world I inhabited was messed up. There were political problems and people went to bed hungery. Looking back I guess I was wondering if life was a good dream or a night mare. I often wondered what it would be like to wake up to my real life. If that world would be different. I wondered who I was in the other world and what it would be life to be awake for a life time before going back to sleep. Then I would imagine that it wasn't me who was dreaming that I was just part of a giant's dream and that I would cease to exist if he woke up.
When I wasn't imagining that life was a dream I would some times imagine that I was the only person in the world and that everyone else was a dinosaur and they that took on a human shape when I looked at them. I would sometimes spin around very quickly to try and see if I could catch people mid transformation. I am unsure of the origin of this particular fantasy. I imagined that everybody was plotting against me because I was the only real human. I don't recall having any traumatic childhood experiences with dinosaurs. I recall imagining how sad it would really be if my mom was actually a lizard who would put on a human shape just to fool me. This particular fantasy lead to a few other imaginings on my part. While I was pretty sure that my mom wasn't a dinosaur I would often imagine that the world wasn't really there until I saw it. Things appeared in their places seconds before I came around the corner and vanished after I had left. I would sometimes close my eyes and open them very quickly in an attempt to catch the universe in mid creation. I wondered if anything really existed when I was asleep.
These were of course some of the more odd things my imagination came up with. There were other more normal type things that I imgained; like death for example. I imagined that when you died you would spend eternity falling through black nothingness. It was a more horrifying experience that the lizards. I tried to banish the thought from my mind and ran to ask my mom what really happens when you die.
Of course my autobiography would go on from here to list off a few more crazy things I imagined and then talk about how these things shaped me into who I am when I write my Autobiography.
But for the moment I am still wondering what other people imagined when they were kids. Of course if they imagined anything like the things I did, I can understand why they might keep quite about them. Yet, what surprises me has been going to collage and hearing what are supposed to be deep philosofical questions. Do trees make a sound if they fall in the forest and nobody is there? Is life a dream? Are things really there is nobody sees them? In collage and books they talk like philosiphers and people with doctorits are they only people who come up with these questions. I just sit back and think to myself: I was imagining that when I was 7. Now what?
Monday, September 5, 2011
Redundancy
I like taking pictures. The hardest part for me is having people watching. If I can get into the flow I forget that people are looking. But It is hard to blame people for watching me and even stopping to ask what on earth I am doing. I pick odd topics for my photography. I was stopped in front of a store and the owner rushed out to interrogate me about what I was doing. "Nothing" I reply to his question, " I'm just taking pictures of payphones"
I noticed the other day that there more pay phones within 10 blocks of my apartment than really seems necessary. What you see here are just the ones I photographed. There must be at least 15 I saw but didn't stop. If you get board after the first few I understand. I really just needed something to take pictures of to learn how to use my digital camera.



I noticed the other day that there more pay phones within 10 blocks of my apartment than really seems necessary. What you see here are just the ones I photographed. There must be at least 15 I saw but didn't stop. If you get board after the first few I understand. I really just needed something to take pictures of to learn how to use my digital camera.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Tilt Photography
I recently began an experiment to try and create a home made tilt shift lens. By being able to tilt the lens you are able to make the focus be on just a sliver of the picture. This is generally done in photoshop when the photographer wants to make things look really small. I wanted to see if I could do it optically and without buying a tilt shift lens which run upwards of $500.
I used an old lens from a camera I got at a thrift store 99cents. An old bicycle tire inner-tube and a camera face plate cover.
I am generally pleased with the results and hope to put up a few more pictures soon.
REG
I used an old lens from a camera I got at a thrift store 99cents. An old bicycle tire inner-tube and a camera face plate cover.
I am generally pleased with the results and hope to put up a few more pictures soon.
REG
Sunday, May 15, 2011
An Imperfect Blog on Perfection (Thanks to Chesterton)
Here again I find myself posting a paper I wrote for school. I plan to write actual posts soon. You will pardon the references (If you read it) to various texts that I had to pretend to understand for class, which are offered with no context. I had been itching all semester long to write about Chesterton and I decided to sneak him in for my final paper.
Here we go...
It seems that in the end our discussion must simply come down to the topic of perfection. Our semester began with this discussion and now comes around to it again. Sadly, I cannot promise that this paper will be perfect, but I will give it a shot. Plato defines perfection in terms as the true ‘Form’ of things. Aristotle sees perfection more in terms of completeness and being whole (Hyde, 2007). While the definitions are not dissimilar, it is the later definition, which I intend to reference when I use the term perfection.
The humanity which seeks perfection is feeling that things are not complete, something is missing for there to be a whole. In class, we spoke about the perfection at the Garden of Eden. Many philosophers which Hyde quotes, speak hypothetically of the world at its inception as being perfect and lacking in nothing. Interestingly few authors seem to deal with the question of original sin. It is at the scene of the first temptation that our discussion of perfection can really begin.
The serpent’s lie to the woman was what I will call the seed of imperfection. The serpent caused the woman to doubt God’s word. The serpent was cunning when he laid the trap, telling the woman of how she would become like God knowing both good and evil. In essence the woman was tricked into doubting her perfection, that some how acquiring more knowledge would make her more perfect.
The original sin in a way was an attempt to make perfect what God had already made perfect. In doing so, a balance was tipped and humanity is now seeking to attain perfection on its own. Humanity retains a resemblance to God, in whose image it was created, but humanity is imperfect because they are not complete. They have become separate form their origin.
Bonhoeffer argues that what “God had given man to be, man now desired to be through himself.” (1995). Man in the image of God is perfect; man in the image of man is not. When Jesus says to “be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly father is perfect.” (New International version, 1996) Jesus is laying down a standard of what it means to be perfect. It is impossible to seek perfection if one has no concept of what that it is.
The problem with the present day morality, argues G. K. Chesterton, is that it has not concept of virtue and can only point to imperfection. In Chesterton’s view, man is forever seeking perfection in terms of what is called ‘progress’. The problem Chesterton sees is that we never seek to learn what is “good” or what is perfection. We talk about liberty, progress, and education to avoid talking about what is good. Chesterton explains that this is like saying; “Let us not decide what is good, but let us settle on whether we are getting more of it.”(1905). In order to have progress or perfection it is necessary to have an ideal or a direction.
Burke argues that having too much perfection is disastrous Hyde argues that the opposite is true as well, man is prone to be rotten with imperfection to the extent that he has no attributes such as faith, intellect or ethics. Chesterton agrees with both in a way. He might side with Burke and argue that we have an unhealthy desire for a perfection that we cannot define. As far as Hyde’s point of view, Chesterton argues that because there is no true ideal for what is perfect we end up being rotten with imperfection because it is the only thing left to know.
Chesterton believes that we must know what good is in order to pursue perfection. What then is good? The first thing that must be mentioned is childhood. For there is a sense of completeness and purity, which Chesterton associates with childhood. What we see in a child is perhaps is a glimpse of perfection. Jesus spoke of becoming like children to inherit the kingdom of heaven. Chesterton talks about how this praise of childhood was hard to understand in Christ’s day. However, today we seem to embrace it completely. The ‘perfection’ that we praise in a child, according to Chesterton, is the ability to “play simple games and enjoy fairy tales.” (1993). Hyde talks about how we face the problem of boredom when it comes to perfection. In a sense, he argues that if we were to come face to face with perfection we would become weary of it. It is at this instance that Chesterton would point out that we have forgotten how to be children. A child may “exult in monotony” playing the same game or hearing the same story over and over without growing tired of it. Chesterton argues that God enjoys repetition, but humanity cannot “we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” Hyde wonders if we would grow tired of perfection if we had it. Jesus understood that if we became like children we would always enjoy it.
In answering the question of what is good Chesterton would argue that it is the man Christ who is not only good but in fact perfect. Christ was “…more human than a human being was then likely to be.”(1993). For Chesterton Jesus is the ultimate example of perfection. However, we need not accept Chesterton’s conviction to appreciate his point. Chesterton’s critique of progress and ultimately of perfection is that it has no fixed aim. Essentially, there is a constant shift of standards rather than methods. What was perfect in one age is no longer perfect in the present one (1990). Perfection becomes an illusion when we change the standards for it. There might be a thousands methods to seek perfection if perfection was an ideal. Yet, we would rather change the standards than the methods. Chesterton states that “progress cannot progress” (1990), I take a similar stance and argue that perfection cannot be perfected, it was the serpent that caused the woman to doubt this very point.
William James argues that for an idea to have “cash value”, it must have consequences. I think that Chesterton makes a similar point about perfection. That in order to have progress there must be a vision. Hyde argues that we must keep an open mind. The danger is that we will never conclude anything. The problem, as Hyde argues, is that that we believe only in imperfection. In a similar move, Chesterton believes that we will be ever changing our vision and not our world.
Here we go...
It seems that in the end our discussion must simply come down to the topic of perfection. Our semester began with this discussion and now comes around to it again. Sadly, I cannot promise that this paper will be perfect, but I will give it a shot. Plato defines perfection in terms as the true ‘Form’ of things. Aristotle sees perfection more in terms of completeness and being whole (Hyde, 2007). While the definitions are not dissimilar, it is the later definition, which I intend to reference when I use the term perfection.
The humanity which seeks perfection is feeling that things are not complete, something is missing for there to be a whole. In class, we spoke about the perfection at the Garden of Eden. Many philosophers which Hyde quotes, speak hypothetically of the world at its inception as being perfect and lacking in nothing. Interestingly few authors seem to deal with the question of original sin. It is at the scene of the first temptation that our discussion of perfection can really begin.
The serpent’s lie to the woman was what I will call the seed of imperfection. The serpent caused the woman to doubt God’s word. The serpent was cunning when he laid the trap, telling the woman of how she would become like God knowing both good and evil. In essence the woman was tricked into doubting her perfection, that some how acquiring more knowledge would make her more perfect.
The original sin in a way was an attempt to make perfect what God had already made perfect. In doing so, a balance was tipped and humanity is now seeking to attain perfection on its own. Humanity retains a resemblance to God, in whose image it was created, but humanity is imperfect because they are not complete. They have become separate form their origin.
Bonhoeffer argues that what “God had given man to be, man now desired to be through himself.” (1995). Man in the image of God is perfect; man in the image of man is not. When Jesus says to “be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly father is perfect.” (New International version, 1996) Jesus is laying down a standard of what it means to be perfect. It is impossible to seek perfection if one has no concept of what that it is.
The problem with the present day morality, argues G. K. Chesterton, is that it has not concept of virtue and can only point to imperfection. In Chesterton’s view, man is forever seeking perfection in terms of what is called ‘progress’. The problem Chesterton sees is that we never seek to learn what is “good” or what is perfection. We talk about liberty, progress, and education to avoid talking about what is good. Chesterton explains that this is like saying; “Let us not decide what is good, but let us settle on whether we are getting more of it.”(1905). In order to have progress or perfection it is necessary to have an ideal or a direction.
Burke argues that having too much perfection is disastrous Hyde argues that the opposite is true as well, man is prone to be rotten with imperfection to the extent that he has no attributes such as faith, intellect or ethics. Chesterton agrees with both in a way. He might side with Burke and argue that we have an unhealthy desire for a perfection that we cannot define. As far as Hyde’s point of view, Chesterton argues that because there is no true ideal for what is perfect we end up being rotten with imperfection because it is the only thing left to know.
Chesterton believes that we must know what good is in order to pursue perfection. What then is good? The first thing that must be mentioned is childhood. For there is a sense of completeness and purity, which Chesterton associates with childhood. What we see in a child is perhaps is a glimpse of perfection. Jesus spoke of becoming like children to inherit the kingdom of heaven. Chesterton talks about how this praise of childhood was hard to understand in Christ’s day. However, today we seem to embrace it completely. The ‘perfection’ that we praise in a child, according to Chesterton, is the ability to “play simple games and enjoy fairy tales.” (1993). Hyde talks about how we face the problem of boredom when it comes to perfection. In a sense, he argues that if we were to come face to face with perfection we would become weary of it. It is at this instance that Chesterton would point out that we have forgotten how to be children. A child may “exult in monotony” playing the same game or hearing the same story over and over without growing tired of it. Chesterton argues that God enjoys repetition, but humanity cannot “we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” Hyde wonders if we would grow tired of perfection if we had it. Jesus understood that if we became like children we would always enjoy it.
In answering the question of what is good Chesterton would argue that it is the man Christ who is not only good but in fact perfect. Christ was “…more human than a human being was then likely to be.”(1993). For Chesterton Jesus is the ultimate example of perfection. However, we need not accept Chesterton’s conviction to appreciate his point. Chesterton’s critique of progress and ultimately of perfection is that it has no fixed aim. Essentially, there is a constant shift of standards rather than methods. What was perfect in one age is no longer perfect in the present one (1990). Perfection becomes an illusion when we change the standards for it. There might be a thousands methods to seek perfection if perfection was an ideal. Yet, we would rather change the standards than the methods. Chesterton states that “progress cannot progress” (1990), I take a similar stance and argue that perfection cannot be perfected, it was the serpent that caused the woman to doubt this very point.
William James argues that for an idea to have “cash value”, it must have consequences. I think that Chesterton makes a similar point about perfection. That in order to have progress there must be a vision. Hyde argues that we must keep an open mind. The danger is that we will never conclude anything. The problem, as Hyde argues, is that that we believe only in imperfection. In a similar move, Chesterton believes that we will be ever changing our vision and not our world.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Long Time Since...
I knew this would happen but I am glad I tried it anyway. I knew that I would break down and stop writing. But here I am again. I am posting a paper I wrote for a class. It is rather a sad excuse for a blog but I figured I would post something. Its rather a strange paper and I am not sure I agree with what I wrote 100% but it is interesting. Semiotics if you don't know is the study of signs.
Spiritual Semiotics
If there were one perspective of inquiry, which I find to be relevant, it would be the semiotic. Language its self has a way of influencing the way we think and what we think. There is no thought or consciousness without words. A human who posses no language may indeed feel and sense the world around him but to truly be a part of the world around him it is necessary to posses a language. Language is what makes us human rather than animals.
It is interesting to me to consider the semiotic perspective in the light of my belief in God. In a sense I have some to see God as a semiotitian. Not that God is a mere construction of language but that language has its origin in God. Gans and Clair both disagree heartily with my perspective and believe that the origin of language was through silence or violence. In my explanation, based on the Bible, I see the origin of language as the beginning of all things. God spoke and so there was not only language but also the world that came into being. Signs in this model brought about the things they were to represent. A word made the sun and moon. A word caused the sea to be separate from the earth.
It is evident that God understands the inherent power of signs. The first commandment to Moses was that they should have not other gods and they were not to make an image of anything on earth and worship it. To attempt to turn God into a sign would have reduced him. God is the one for whom there is no image to be made. The Jews would not even write out his entire name because of this (In a similar vein I feel that the word “God” is quite inadequate.) This is a clear demonstration of the principles of semiotics. God understands that to allow himself to be made into a symbol would diminish him. “To whom will you liken God, or what likeness compare with him?” (Isaiah 40:18, English Standard Version) Signs are not the things they represent. No sign can in anyway come close to being the thing, which, it is a symbol of.
Man is a symbol-using creature and by his nature gives things names. I attribute this to the divine origin of language. God named man, for he was the creator, man was given the animals to name for he was to rule over them. When it says that man was created in the image of God it may have a lot to do with the use of language. By the use of words and language, man creates new words, ideas and perspectives.
I believe that God reveals himself to humanity primarily through words. This puts God at odds with semiotics. Words and signs are capable to conveying the truth, this makes them more than distant representations but vessels that can convey true meanings. God, however, in this perspective is the originator of language. When God speaks, he has authority as the creator of language. From my perspective God has spoken through out time. “In the past God spoke to our ancestors through the prophets at many times and in various ways, but in the last days he has spoken to us through his son.” (Hebrews 1:1-2, New International Bible) This verse not only emphasizes God’s communication with man but also a shift in how he has communicated. God now speaks to man through Jesus Christ. In the book of John it talks about how Jesus is the “word” (1:1, New International Bible). Logos is the Greek word which is translated here. It is defined in many ways but the central idea here is what Christ is the manifestation of everything that is God. He is the divine reason. In a way, this describes the moment where a word becomes flesh. A sign has become the thing it represents. This presents impossibility from the semiotic perspective, but reveals what I would call the miracle of the incarnation.
My perspective is not a true semiotic perspective. Yet, of all the perspectives I have studied this semester it has had the most relevance to me. The idea that signs create our realities, whether you buy the religious stuff or not, explains a lot about the world. Language is the single most important factor in creating out everyday reality. Language mediates our every thought and deed. My perspective of inquiry is simply that one may come to know the creator of language
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