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“When I see this way I see truly… I return to my senses. I am the man who watches the baseball in silence in an empty stadium.”
This quote is very ironic because the presence of light hides the meteor shower, while the darkness shows it. In most other cases light illuminates an object, making it easier to see, while darkness hides or obscures it.
Works Cited
Dillard, Annie. “Seeing.” Think Vertically! Essays for Inquiry, Analysis, and Reflection. 1st ed. Eds. Whatcom Community College Faculty. Fountainhead Press, 2010. 39-56. Print.
Allison, Dorothy. “This is Our World.” Think Vertically! Essays for Inquiry, Analysis, and Reflection. 1st ed. Eds. Whatcom Community College Faculty. Fountainhead Press, 2010. 1-12. Print.
This quote makes me think of the natural and artificial obvious. The model airplane is the natural obvious - what is expected, while the plane that is engaged in a dogfight is the artificial obvious - what is seen. This is very similar to how the man is watching the baseball game in the empty stadium.
“... I used to take a precious penny of my own and hide it for someone else to find… a free gift from the universe… But - and this is the point - who gets excited by a mere penny?”
"When you see fog move against a backdrop of deep pines, you don't see the fog itself, but streaks of clearness floating across the air in dark shreds."
This is yet another example of how different people may interpret something in a completely different way, in Dorothy Allison's essay, This is Our World. “‘They don’t mean it that way,’ she said. I looked at the ad again. They didn’t mean it that way? They meant it innocently?”
Some people may see the two faces, while others may see the candle holder. For instance, Dillard sees the fog as patches of clear, while I see the fog as patches of obscurity.
"In the great meteor shower of August, the Perseid, I wail all day for the shooting stars I miss. They're out there showering down, committing hara-kiri in a flame of fatal attraction, and hissing perhaps at last into the ocean. But at dawn what looks like a blue dome clamps down over me like a lid on a pot."
This image is a representation of me when I was younger. I used to give my brother rocks as gifts. I would see these rocks as amazing mountains, but my brother would see them as just plain old rocks.