‘A picture is worth a thousand words.’
Or so they say.
If you’re using words to describe an image, there is simply
no amount you can string together to give someone the entirety of the scene in
3D visual colour (unless perhaps you and the other person are colour blind, but
even then it falls short of the mark).
I find the best way of accurately describing anything is not
through words or through images, but through experiences. People, expressions, colours, the breeze
even… is never the same in photographs as it is to see it, feel it, taste it,
hear it or smell it. The tangible cannot be substituted and that which we miss
out on experiencing with our five senses we categorise as ‘unreal’ or a
‘fantasy’.
I believe there is a sixth sense. Not the sci-fi version of
‘I see dead people’ but rather a sense of faith. Considering a majority of the
population on earth believe in a god or some higher power, it’s not exactly
easy to deny that when we believe in something, we can’t sense it. Otherwise,
why would you believe it if you can’t feel it? There’s that little nagging
cricket down in the pit of your stomach telling you that it’s real. It’s
something you can’t explain, there’s no way of knowing how or why, but fact of
the matter is it’s there and it’s real. THAT is the sixth sense.
Now I’m freaked out Freddie Krueger is going to rip his
nails into me tonight.
